"Where are those shots fired?"
"On the road from Lyons to Paris."
"By which suburb will he enter Paris?"
"By Saint-Martin."
"But, my child, what will be the good of Henri V. becoming King of France, since he has no children...." I added hesitatingly, "and they say that he cannot have any?"
"Oh! that is not his fault, monsieur; it is his wife's."
"It comes to the same thing, my dear Marie, since divorce is not permitted."
"Oh yes! but something will happen that is now only known to God and myself."
"What is it?"
"His wife will die of consumption."