“I saw you once run after M. de Dampierre,” said the Queen. “With what intention?”
“With the hope of saving him, if possible, madame.”
“You have the same opinions, then, as M. de Dampierre,” said the Queen.
“I agree with him in the respect which he feels towards your enemies.”
“Do you know that you give an ambiguous answer, young man?” said the King.
“Yes, sire,” I replied.
“Ha, ha!” said he.
Then to the Queen: “The minds of these people are poisoned against us, from their very childhood.”
“Oh, papa!” cried the Dauphin, “what a beautiful gun he has!”
I was the person referred to. To the Queen and Madame Elizabeth I was “monsieur,” but to the Dauphin I was simply “he.”