You do not look at me.

Why avoid my gaze ?" he said, as she turned aside her head.

"In Heaven's name, what is the matter ?" he inquired, beginning to lose all command over himself.
"Nothing at all, sire; and I am perfectly ready to assure your majesty that my mind is as free from anxiety as you could possibly wish." "Your mind at ease, when I see you are embarrassed at the slightest thing.

Has any one wounded or annoyed you ?" "No, no, sire." "I insist upon knowing if such really be the case," said the young prince, his eyes sparkling.
"No one, sire, no one has in any way offended me." "In that case, do resume your gentle air of gayety, or that sweet melancholy look which I so loved in you this morning; for pity's sake, do so." "Yes, sire, yes." The king struck the ground impatiently with his foot, saying, "Such a change is positively inexplicable." And he looked at Saint-Aignan, who had also remarked La Valliere's heavy languor of manner, as well as the king's impatience.
It was utterly useless for the king to entreat, and as useless for him to try his utmost to overcome her positiveness, which was but too apparent, and did not in reality exist; the poor girl was completely overwhelmed--the aspect of death itself could not have awakened her from her torpor.

The king saw in her repeated negative replies a mystery full of unkindness; he began to look all round the apartment with a suspicious air.