"If I grant you this decree, Juve, will you take it to the Chancellor's Office as soon as you reach Paris?"
"Yes, Sire!"
"You will not wait, Juve, to have further proofs of what you assert?"
"No, Sire!"
"I must, then, rely solely on your word for it, your certainty, your conviction?"
"Yes, Sire!"
"Juve! Juve! If you exact this in the name of the promise I once made you, I will sign this decree for you—but—you will forfeit my friendship! You will have taken my good faith by storm! Decide then, Juve! Exact this—I grant it you!"
There was a silence.... Juve broke it.
"Surely Your Majesty does not wish to put me on the horns of such a dilemma? Lose Your Majesty's friendship, confidence, or let pass a unique opportunity?"
"Yes, Juve.... That is what I wish."