Lecazes radiantly took a pinch of aromatic snuff, and asked:
"But what?"
"But who is to tie the bell on the cat's neck? Who is to persuade my niece—"
"Her husband may convince her."
"Her husband? Lecazes, you and I are not children. My good nephew Louis is unacquainted with the art of influencing his wife. He treats her with such profound respect that—well, they fail utterly to understand each other. Whence comes this awkwardness in the second generation in dealing with women? Louis is my reproach, though I must admit that Ferdinand does me honor. Besides, Lecazes, you know well that I have instructed Louis to advise his wife to act as tho no such impostor exists."
Steps sounded in the adjoining apartment.
"Silence!" said the King. "Tis Ferdinand or Louis."
A moment later, the elegant martial figure of the Duke appeared in the door.
"You arrive opportunely, nephew," said Louis XVIII, as the Duke respectfully kissed his hand. "Be seated and give us news. What says Marie Thérèse?"
"Sire, I do not bring you pleasant news. Madame is strangely exalted. She has received a letter from that—man, which she carries over her heart."