"You say this on account of Guiche, whom I have exiled, at the desire of Monsieur?"
"And who, since that unjust exile, has endeavored to get himself killed once every day!"
"Unjust, do you say, sister?"
"So unjust, that if I had not had the respect mixed with friendship that I have always entertained for your majesty—"
"Well?"
"Well! I would have asked my brother Charles, upon whom I can always—"
The king started. "What then?"
"I would have asked him to have it represented to you that Monsieur and his favorite, M. le Chevalier de Lorraine, ought not with impunity to constitute themselves the executioners of my honor and my happiness."
"The Chevalier de Lorraine," said the king; "that dismal face?"
"Is my mortal enemy. While that man lives in my household, where Monsieur retains him and delegates his powers to him, I shall be the most miserable woman in this kingdom."