“Without interrupting me?”

“Speak.”

“Well, this morning Marguerite sent for me.”

“And what did she want with you?”

“‘I dare not see M. Fouquet myself,’ said she.”

“Bah! why should she think I would reproach her? Poor woman, she vastly deceives herself.”

“‘See him yourself,’ said she, ‘and tell him to beware of M. Colbert.’“

“What! she warned me to beware of her lover?”

“I have told you she still loves you.”