"I know nothing," she stammered out.
"Oh!" exclaimed the king, "this is no longer mere coquetry, or caprice, it is treason." And this time nothing could restrain him; the impulses of his heart were not sufficient to induce him to turn back, and he darted out of the room with a gesture full of despair.

Saint-Aignan followed him, wishing for nothing better than to leave the place.
Louis XIV.

did not pause until he reached the staircase, and grasping the balustrade, said: "You see how shamefully I have been duped." "How, sire ?" inquired the favorite.
"Guiche fought on the Vicomte de Bragelonne's account, and this Bragelonne ...

oh! Saint-Aignan, she still loves him.

I vow to you, Saint-Aignan, that, if in three day's hence, there were to remain but an atom of affection for her in my heart, I should die from very shame." And the king resumed his way to his own apartments.
"I assured your majesty how it would be," murmured Saint-Aignan, continuing to follow the king, and timidly glancing up at the different windows.