As for the king, taking off his glove, and placing his ungloved hand within the carriage, he continued: "Swear that never in all our quarrels will we allow one night even to pass by, if any misunderstanding should arise between us, without a visit, or at least a message, from either, in order to convey consolation and repose to the other." La Valliere took her lover's burning hand between her own icy palms, and pressed it softly, until a movement of the horse, frightened by the proximity of the wheels, obliged her to abandon her happiness.

She had sworn as he wished her.
"Return, sire," she said, "return to the queen: I foresee a storm rising yonder which threatens my peace of mind." Louis obeyed, saluted Mademoiselle de Montalais, and set off at a gallop to rejoin the queen's carriage.

As he passed Monsieur's carriage, he observed that he was fast asleep, although Madame, on her part, was wide awake.

As the king passed her, she said, "What a beautiful horse, sire! is it not Monsieur's bay horse ?" The young queen merely remarked, "Are you better now, sire ?".