Consent, then, I beg you, madame, to write at the bottom of this schedule, which has been drawn up by Mazarin, as you see:
“‘I consent to ratify the treaty proposed by the Parisians.’“
Anne was caught, she could not draw back — she signed; but scarcely had she done so when pride burst forth and she began to weep.
D’Artagnan started on seeing these tears. Since that period of history queens have shed tears, like other women.
The Gascon shook his head, these tears from royalty melted his heart.
“Madame,” he said, kneeling, “look upon the unhappy man at your feet. He begs you to believe that at a gesture of your majesty everything