But his trial soon finished--the courtyards were crossed; not a curtain was drawn aside, nor a window opened.

The king walked hastily, because of his impatience, and then also because of the long legs of Saint-Aignan, who preceded him.

At the door, however, Saint-Aignan wished to retire, but the king desired him to remain: this was a delicate consideration on the king's part, which the courtier could very well have dispensed with.
He had to follow Louis into La Valliere's apartment.

As soon as the king arrived, the young girl dried her tears, but did it so precipitately that the king perceived it.

He questioned her most anxiously and tenderly, and pressed her to tell him the cause of her emotion.
"I have nothing the matter with me, sire," she said.
"And yet you were weeping." "Oh, no, indeed, sire." "Look, Saint-Aignan, and tell me if I am mistaken." Saint-Aignan ought to have answered, but he was greatly embarrassed.
"At all events, your eyes are red, mademoiselle," said the king.
"The dust of the road merely, sire." "No, no; you no longer possess that air of supreme contentment which renders you so beautiful and so attractive.