"And now, when she has ruined her, she would ravish from her the only thing that renders that woman excusable in my eyes."
"What is that?"
"Her love."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean that there is a plot formed against her who is the mistress of the king—a plot formed in the very house of Madame."
"Can you think so?"
"I am certain of it."
"By Montalais?"
"Take her as the least dangerous of the enemies I dread for—the other."
"Explain yourself clearly, my friend; and, if I can understand you—"