And now you mock me!" "Madame, I do not mock you.

I pity you from the bottom of my heart." "Pity?
Ha! ha! A Mortemart is pitied by the widow Scarron! Your pity may go where your gratitude is, and where your character is.
We shall be troubled with it no longer then." "Your words do not pain me." "I can believe that you are not sensitive." "Not when my conscience is at ease." "Ah! it has not troubled you, then ?" "Not upon this point, madame." "My God! How terrible must those other points have been!" "I have never had an evil thought towards you." "None towards me?
Oh, woman, woman!" "What have I done, then?
The king came to my room to see the children taught.

He stayed.

He talked.

He asked my opinion on this and that.
Could I be silent?
or could I say other than what I thought ?" "You turned him against me!" "I should be proud indeed if I thought that I had turned him to virtue." "The word comes well from your lips." "I would that I heard it upon yours." "And so, by your own confession, you stole the king's love from me, most virtuous of widows!" "I had all gratitude and kindly thought for you.