"Also Ferdinand, I suppose—"
"Ferdinand is already convinced. Is your Majesty, perchance, ignorant that he recognizes the pretender? But his action is of no moment compared to that of Madame, the Dauphin's prison companion. Madame should be warned."
"What plan do you propose, Lecazes? As for me, I confess myself incompetent to forge methods of outwitting a woman."
"Listen, then. If we might arrange that Madame shall receive the individual—"
"What!" exclaimed the King.
"If she will grant him this secret interview and exact that he deliver to her the documents, in order that she may become convinced of his identity—"
The King applauded, cordially, sonorously, as tho he were a spectator at a theatrical representation,—the only character, he used to say, that suited him. He rendered homage to his Minister's genius.
"Enough!" he exclaimed. "I comprehend."
"Your Majesty divines the rest?"
"I divine, my friend, but—"