“Yes, sire.”
“And you took Mademoiselle de la Valliere something from me?”
“I, sire?”
“Yes, you.”
“Oh, no, sire.”
“Mademoiselle de la Valliere says so, distinctly.”
“Oh, sire, Mademoiselle de la Valliere is mistaken.”
The king frowned. “What jest is this?” he said; “explain yourself. Why does Mademoiselle de la Valliere call you my messenger? What did you take to that lady? Speak, monsieur, and quickly.”
“Sire, I merely took Mademoiselle de la Valliere a pocket-handkerchief, that was all.”