But where is the pain?
Ah, when I am gone all will be so easy to you--will it not?
You can go back then to your governess--" "Madame!" "Yes, yes, you cannot frighten me! What do I care for all that you can do! But I know all.

Do not think that I am blind.

And so you would even have married her! You, the descendant of St.Louis, and she the Scarron widow, the poor drudge whom in charity I took into my household! Ah, how your courtiers will smile! how the little poets will scribble! how the wits will whisper! You do not hear of these things, of course, but they are a little painful for your friends." "My patience can bear no more," cried the king furiously.

"I leave you, madame, and forever." But her fury had swept all fear and discretion from her mind.
She stepped between the door and him, her face flushed, her eyes blazing, her face thrust a little forward, one small white satin slipper tapping upon the carpet.
"You are in haste, sire! She is waiting for you, doubtless." "Let me pass, madame." "But it was a disappointment last night, was it not, my poor sire?
Ah, and for the governess, what a blow! Great heaven, what a blow! No archbishop! No marriage! All the pretty plan gone wrong! Was it not cruel ?" Louis gazed at the beautiful furious face in bewilderment, and it flashed across his mind that perhaps her grief had turned her brain.
What else could be the meaning of this wild talk of the archbishop and the disappointment?
It would be unworthy of him to speak harshly to one who was so afflicted.

He must soothe her, and, above all, he must get away from her.
"You have had the keeping of a good many of my family jewels," said he.
"I beg that you will still retain them as a small sign of my regard." He had hoped to please her and to calm her, but in an instant she was over at her treasure-cupboard hurling double handfuls of precious stones down at his feet.