"Does she recollect how he shrieked and struggled, when Robert and Pierre took him and carried him into the hall, for Monseigneur himself to judge him for his naughtiness?"
"Oh yes, Margot. I really felt sorry for the child, he was so terrified; and yet it was half ludicrous—Monseigneur did not even have him whipped."
"Yet, if I remember rightly, my Damoiselle was standing by Monseigneur's side at the very time; and she did not look frightened in the least. Will she allow her servant to ask why?"
"Why should I, Margot? I had done nothing wrong."
"And why is my Damoiselle more like Jacquot than herself, when she comes to think of seeing the good God?"
"Ah!—thou wouldst like me to say, Because I have done wrong, I suppose."
"Yes; but I think there was another reason as well."
"What was that, Margot?"
"My Damoiselle is Monseigneur's own child. She knows him. He loves her, and she knows it."
"But we are all children of the good God, Margot."