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Bonacieux at Home

           LouisXIIIfeltinstinctivelythatheoughtnottoreplytothisquestion,thequeenhavingputitinanalmostdyingvoice.

           "Oh,veryshortly,madame,"saidhe;"butIdonotpreciselyrecollectthedateoftheday.Iwillaskthecardinal."

           "Itwasthecardinal,then,whoinformedyouofthisfete?"

           "Yes,madame,"repliedtheastonishedking;"butwhydoyouaskthat?"

           "Itwashewhotoldyoutoinvitemetoappearwiththesestuds?"

           "Thatistosay,madame—"

           "Itwashe,sire,itwashe!"

           "Well,andwhatdoesitsignifywhetheritwasheorI?Isthereanycrimeinthisrequest?"

           "No,sire."

           "Thenyouwillappear?"

           "Yes,sire."

           "Thatiswell,"saidtheking,retiring,"thatiswell;Icountuponit."

           Thequeenmadeacurtsy,lessfrometiquettethanbecauseherkneesweresinkingunderher.Thekingwentawayenchanted.

           "Iamlost,"murmuredthequeen,"lost!forthecardinalknowsall,anditishewhourgesontheking,whoasyetknowsnothingbutwillsoonknoweverything.Iamlost!MyGod,myGod,myGod!"

           Shekneltuponacushionandprayed,withherheadburiedbetweenherpalpitatingarms.

           Infact,herpositionwasterrible.BuckinghamhadreturnedtoLondon;Mme.ChevreusewasatTours.Morecloselywatchedthanever,thequeenfeltcertain,withoutknowinghowtotellwhich,thatoneofherwomenhadbetrayedher.LaportecouldnotleavetheLouvre;shehadnotasoulintheworldinwhomshecouldconfide.

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