The chancellor reddened and stammered some words.
“It is not a question of the past, but of the present,” said the queen; “you said you could give me advice—what is it?”
“Madame,” said the chancellor, hesitating, “it would be to release Broussel.”
The queen, although already pale, became visibly paler and her face was contracted.
“Release Broussel!” she cried, “never!”
At this moment steps were heard in the ante-room and without any announcement the Marechal de la Meilleraie appeared at the door.
“Ah, there you are, marechal,” cried Anne of Austria joyfully. “I trust you have brought this rabble to reason.”
“Madame,” replied the marechal, “I have left three men on the Pont Neuf, four at the Halle, six at the corner of the Rue de l’Arbre-Sec and two at the door of your palace—fifteen in all. I have brought away ten or twelve wounded. I know not where I have left my hat, and in all probability I should have been left with my hat, had the coadjutor not arrived in time to rescue me.”
“Ah, indeed,” said the queen, “it would have much astonished me if that low cur, with his distorted legs, had not been mixed up with all this.”
“Madame,” said La Meilleraie, “do not say too much against him before me, for the service he rendered me is still fresh.”