“To call for monsieur le coadjuteur.”
“The coadjutor!” cried the queen, “that dreadful mischief maker! It is he who has raised all this revolt.”
“The more reason,” said Mazarin; “if he has raised it he can put it down.”
“And hold, madame,” suggested Comminges, who was near a window, out of which he could see; “hold, the moment is a happy one, for there he is now, giving his blessing in the square of the Palais Royal.”
The queen sprang to the window.
“It is true,” she said, “the arch hypocrite — see!”
“I see,” said Mazarin,