“Yes.”
“Speak, then, for I am curious.”
“I wait for you to question me, madame.”
“Well, how does the fever go on?”
“No; ask me why I have taken him away from the guard’s gallery, where the king left him, to my own room.”
“Well, I ask. Indeed it is strange.”
“Then, madame, I did so, because it is not an ordinary fever.”
The queen looked surprised. “What do you mean?”
“M. de Charny is delirious already, and in his delirium he says a number of things rather delicate for the gentlemen of the guard to hear.”
“Doctor!”