For a moment she hesitated. But, after all, she might be fairly sure of him; it was boldness that was needed in dealing with such reserve, and boldness that M. de Pomponne lacked.
“His Majesty hath much influence in the United Provinces, Prince;” she raised her fan to her lips.
They were alone in the antechamber; from the ballroom they could be observed but not heard.
The Prince did not answer.
“More influence than you imagine, Highness, believe me.”
He moved, but did not look at her. Her eager scrutiny could gain nothing from his pale young face.
“I can credit it, Madame,” he said.
She ventured further.
“His Majesty is the most powerful king in the world, Highness, and if he wished a thing done no one could successfully oppose him.”
“It may very well be, Madame.”