"She would cure a jealous man, certainly; but she might possibly make a woman jealous, too." "Henrietta," exclaimed Louis, "you fill my heart with joy.

Yes, yes; Mademoiselle de Tonnay-Charente is far too beautiful to serve as a cloak." "A king's cloak," said Madame Henrietta, smiling, "ought to be beautiful." "Do you advise me to do it, then ?" inquired Louis.
"I! what should I say, sire, except that to give such an advice would be to supply arms against myself?
It would be folly or pride to advise you to take, for the heroine of an assumed affection, a woman more beautiful than the one for whom you pretend to feel real regard." The king tried to take Madame's hand in his own; his eyes sought hers; and then he murmured a few words so full of tenderness, but pronounced in so low a tone, that the historian, who ought to hear everything, could not hear them.

Then, speaking aloud, he said, "Do you yourself choose for me the one who is to cure our jealous friend.

To her, then, all my devotion, all my attention, all the time that I can spare from my occupations, shall be devoted.

For her shall be the flower that I may pluck for you, the fond thoughts with which you have inspired me.
Towards her I will direct the glance I dare not bestow upon you, and which ought to be able to rouse you from your indifference.