handsomer than usual, for her eyes had all the sparkle inward satisfaction adds to expression.
“What is the matter, madame?” said Mazarin, uneasily. “You seem secretly elated.”
“Yes, Giulio,” she said, “proud and happy; for I have found the means of strangling this hydra.”
“You are a great politician, my queen,” said Mazarin; “let us hear the means.” And he hid what he had written by sliding the letter under a folio of blank paper.
“You know,” said the queen, “that they want to take the king away from me?”
“Alas! yes, and to hang