The blood must have rushed over my face. I had a submerged feeling, looking out of it at the priest.
"Well, Monseigneur?"
"It is like her heavenly goodness."
"Do you see nothing but her heavenly goodness in it?"
"This is the message?"
"It is a message I crossed the ocean to bring."
"With the consent of her uncle?"
"Madame d'Angoulême never expresses a wish contrary to the wishes of his majesty."
"We are then to suppose that Louis XVIII offers me, through you, monsieur, the opportunity to sign away my rights, and failing that, the opportunity of taking them?"
"Supposing you are Monseigneur the dauphin, we will let our supposition run as far as this."