Henri obeyed; he began to understand Chicot's plan. "You are silent," continued the voice, "which proves that your heart is hardened." "Oh, pardon, pardon, Lord!" exclaimed Chicot, imitating the King's nasal twang. Then, stretching himself out of bed, he whispered to the King, "It is very odd, but the heavenly voice does not seem to know that it is Chicot who is speaking." "Oh!" replied Henri, "what do you suppose is the meaning of that?" "Don't be in a hurry; plenty of strange things will happen yet!" "Miserable creature that you are!" went on the voice. "Yes, Lord, yes!" answered Chicot. "I am a horrible sinner, hardened in crime." "Then confess your sins, and repent." "I acknowledge," said Chicot, "that I dealt wickedly by my cousin Condé, whose wife I betrayed; and I repent bitterly." "What is that you are saying?" cried the King. "There is no good in mentioning that. It has all been forgotten long ago." "Oh, has it?" replied Chicot; "then we will pass on to something else." "Answer," said the voice. "I acknowledge," said the false Henri, "that I behaved like a thief toward the Poles, who had elected me their king, in stealing away to France one fine night, carrying with me all the crown jewels; and I repent bitterly." "Idiot!" exclaimed Henri, "what are you talking about now? Nobody remembers anything about that." "Let me alone," answered Chicot, "I must go on pretending to be the King." "Speak," said the voice. "I acknowledge," continued Chicot, "that I snatched the throne from my brother D'Alençon, who was the rightful heir, since I had formally renounced my claims when I was elected King of Poland; I repent bitterly." "Rascal!" cried the King. "There is yet something more," said the voice. "I acknowledge to have plotted with my excellent mother, Catherine de' Medicis, to hunt from France my brother-in-law the King of Navarre, after first destroying all his friends, and my sister Queen Marguerite, after first destroying all her lovers; and I repent bitterly." "Scoundrel! Cease!" muttered the King, his teeth clenched in anger. "Sire, it is no use trying to hide what Providence knows as well as we do." "There is a crime unconfessed that has nothing to do with politics," said the voice. "Ah, now we are getting to it," observed Chicot dolefully; "it is about my conduct, I suppose?" "It is," answered the voice. "I cannot deny," continued Chicot, always speaking in the name of the King, "that I am very effeminate, very lazy; a hopeless trifler, an incorrigible hypocrite." "It is true," said the voice. "I have behaved ill to all women, to my own wife in particular; and such a good wife too." "A man should love his wife as himself, and above all the world," cried the voice angrily. "Oh dear!" wailed Chicot in despairing tones; "then I certainly have sinned terribly." "And by your example you have caused others to sin." "That is true, sadly true." "You very nearly sent that poor Saint-Luc to perdition."