"That you will win the bracelets, for instance."
"In that case, it will not be the king."
"Oh!" said Anne of Austria, "there is not such a very great distance between his majesty's heart and your own; for, are not you his sister, for whom he has a great regard? There is not, I repeat, so very wide a distance, that my dream can be pronounced false on that account. Come, let us reckon up the chances in its favor."
"I will count them."
"In the first place, we will begin with the dream. If the king wins, he is sure to give you the bracelets."
"I admit that is one."
"If you win them, they are yours."
"Naturally! that may be admitted also."
"Lastly;—if Monsieur were to win them!"
"Oh!" said Madame, laughing heartily, "he would give them to the Chevalier de Lorraine."