“Oh, mon Dieu! yes! those imbeciles of magicians can only imagine things to torment honest people.”
“And what did you reply to his most illustrious eminence?”
“That if the astrologer in question made almanacs I would advise him not to buy one.”
“Why not?”
“Because before you could escape you would have to be turned into a bird.”
“Unfortunately, that is true. Let us go and have a game at tennis, La Ramee.”
“My lord—I beg your highness’s pardon—but I must beg for half an hour’s leave of absence.”
“Why?”
“Because Monseigneur Mazarin is a prouder man than his highness, though not of such high birth: he forgot to ask me to breakfast.”
“Well, shall I send for some breakfast here?”