This took place at the Tournelles, at a fête given by the king to the new favorite.
"Monsieur de Montgommery," said Diane, calling him by name.
He drew near her, with heaving chest, and made an awkward salutation.
"How very sad you are, Monsieur de Montgommery!" she said.
"To the point of death, Madame."
"And why, in Heaven's name!"
"Madame, because I should like to kill myself."
"For some one, no doubt?"
"To kill myself for some one would be very sweet; but, ma foi, to do it for nothing would be sweeter yet."
"What a fearful state of melancholy!" said Diane; "and whence comes this black despair, pray?"