"Well, Louise," replied the king, tenderly, "instead of removing this staircase by which I have ascended, there is a far more simple means, of which you have not thought."
"A means—another means?"
"Yes, another. Oh, you do not love me as I love you, Louise, since my invention is quicker than yours."
She looked at the king, who held out his hand to her, which she took and gently pressed between her own.
"You were saying," continued the king, "that I shall be detected coming here, where any one who pleases can enter."
"Stay, sire; at this very moment, even while you are speaking about it, I tremble with dread of your being discovered."
"But you would not be found out, Louise, if you were to descend the staircase which leads to the room underneath."
"Oh, sire! what do you say?" cried Louise, in alarm.
"You do not quite understand me, Louise, since you get offended at my very first word; first of all, do you know to whom the apartments underneath belong?"
"To M. de Guiche, sire, I know."