She looked at him so sadly and with so much tenderness that he felt his heart giving way under her gaze.
"You have no kind of feeling, then, for Guiche ?" he said, more disturbed than became his character of mediator.
"None--absolutely none." "Then I can reassure my brother in that respect ?" "Nothing will satisfy him, sire.

Do not believe he is jealous.

Monsieur has been badly advised by some one, and he is of nervous disposition." "He may well be so when you are concerned," said the king.
Madame cast down her eyes, and was silent; the king did so likewise, still holding her hand all the while.

Their momentary silence seemed to last an age.

Madame gently withdrew her hand, and from that moment, she felt her triumph was certain, and that the field of battle was her own.
"Monsieur complains," said the king, "that you prefer the society of private individuals to his own conversation and society." "But Monsieur passes his life in looking at his face in the glass, and in plotting all sorts of spiteful things against women with the Chevalier de Lorraine." "Oh, you are going somewhat too far." "I only tell you what is true.