“Yes, sire, that was your opinion, I know very well; but, fortunately, for you, it was not mine.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“That, without an army and without a million, I have done—I, myself—what your majesty thought could alone be done with an army and a million.”
“How! What do you say? What have you done?”
“What have I done? Eh! well, sire, I went yonder to take this man who is so troublesome to your majesty.”
“In England?”
“Exactly, sire.”
“You went to take Monk in England?”
“Should I by chance have done wrong, sire?”
“In truth, you are mad, monsieur!”