"Where is this Vicomte de Bragelonne ?" pursued the queen.
"In England," said Madame, "where the report of this young lady's success will not fail to reach him." "Oh, Heaven!" murmured La Valliere, in despair.
"Very well, mademoiselle!" said Anne of Austria, "we will get this young gentleman to return, and send you away somewhere with him.

If you are of a different opinion--for girls have strange views and fancies at times, trust to me, I will put you in a proper path again.

I have done as much for girls who are not so good as you are, perhaps." La Valliere ceased to hear the queen, who pitilessly added, "I will send you somewhere by yourself, where you will be able to procure a little serious reflection.

Reflection calms the ardor of the blood, and swallows up all the illusions of youth.

I suppose you have understood what I have been saying ?" "Madame, madame!" "Not a word!" "I am innocent of everything your majesty can suppose.