"What your majesty says is quite true; no one knows it better than you—no one believes it more than myself. But yet how strange it is—"
"What can it now be?" thought the queen.
"The person who gave me these details, who had been sent to inquire after the child's health—"
"Did you confide such a charge to any one else? Oh, duchesse!"
"Some one as dumb as your majesty, as dumb as myself; we will suppose it was myself, madame; this 'some one,' some months after, passing through Touraine—"
"Touraine!"
"Recognized both the tutor and the child, too! I am wrong: he thought he recognized them, both living, cheerful, happy, and flourishing, the one in a green old age, the other in the flower of his youth. Judge after that what truth can be attributed to the rumors which are circulated, or what faith, after that, placed in anything that may happen in the world? But I am fatiguing your majesty; it was not my intention, however, to do so, and I will take my leave of you, after renewing to you the assurance of my most respectful devotion."
"Stay, duchesse; let us first talk a little about yourself."
"Of myself, madame; I am not worthy that you should bend your looks upon me."
"Why not, indeed? Are you not the oldest friend I have? Are you angry with me, duchesse?"