“Monsigneur du Trémigon,” she began, “you wish to see me?”
“Madame, it is the constant wish of every gentleman in France.”
“Prettily said, Monsieur, and, as it happens, I also wish to see you.”
“Your Majesty honors me.”
“You come at an opportune time, therefore.”
“Any time that I can be of service to Your Majesty is opportune,” he answered—the clever villain had a glib tongue, as he had a fine taste in clothes, I could but admit. “I wish that Your Majesty,” he continued, “could give me back my remark.”
“And what was that, Monsieur?”
“That every woman in France might wish to see me.”
“That would be an embarrassment of riches.”
“I should be satisfied if the one nearest Your Majesty cherished that desire.”