"Oh, it doesn't take long for a King ... or a young man to sometimes dream of the impossible."
"Impossible ... yes, you are right."
Marie Pascal pronounced the last words in a serious voice. She was making an evident effort to keep calm. The Marquis, on the other hand, seemed inclined to joke.
"Impossible, why?... One never knows ... the will of the King knows no obstacle." Then brusquely turning, he asked:
"You like the King, Mademoiselle?"
"Why ... why ..."
"Therefore, I'm wondering if the death of this unfortunate Susy is not really a benefit."
"Oh, Monsieur!"
"Well, you know, Mademoiselle Marie, the happiness of one person is made of the tears of another. You would have suffered. You would have been jealous."
As though against her will, Marie Pascal repeated in a low voice: