“Very well, mademoiselle!” said Anne of Austria, “we will get this young gentleman to return, and send you away somewhere with him. If you are of a different opinion — for girls have strange views and fancies at times — trust to me, I will put you in a proper path again. I have done as much for girls who are not as good as you are, probably.”
La Valliere ceased to hear the queen, who pitilessly added: “I will send you somewhere, by yourself, where you will be able to indulge in a little serious reflection.
Reflection calms the ardor of the blood, and swallows up the illusions of youth. I suppose you understand what I have been saying?”
“Madame!”
“Not a word?”