“And we really did escape? We were at the dryad fountain?”
“If you could see my hands, monsieur, you would not doubt it,” and I looked at them myself with tender solicitude, for they were abraded and blistered in many places.
“Ah, yes,” cried Richelieu, “it was you who devised that plan,—who did the work. It was a masterpiece, Jean. I shall always remember it.”
And he fell silent for a moment.
“You saw her, did you not, Jean?” he asked, suddenly.
“Yes, I saw her.”
“Her eyes?”
“Yes.”
“And are they not the most beautiful in the kingdom?”
“I am glad you think so, monsieur,” I said. “As for me, I have found two others which content me admirably.”