"I do not know, madame, how you dared to present yourself here."
"But I present myself here in accordance with your consent, monseigneur."
"When you requested an audience yesterday, I did not know your name, madame."
"And what has my name done to you, monseigneur?"
"Your name, madame? Your name?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"Your name has been the scandal of Germany; you have made the most spiritual of our poets a pagan, an idolater, a materialist."
"Indeed, monseigneur," replied Madeleine, with an accent of simplicity quite provincial, "that was not my fault."
"It was not your fault?"
"And then, where is the great evil, monseigneur? Your religious poet made mediocre verses, but now he writes magnificent ones."