"You give them all your heart and your faith, sire; it is the best return a king can make his friends." "Yes, ma mie, I shall not fail to do so till I find that they do not merit it." "Well, sire, they wish to make you believe that they do not." "Ah! but how?" "I cannot tell you, sire, without compromising--" and she glanced at Chicot. "Dear M. Chicot," said Henri, "pray wait for me in my room, the queen has something particular to say to me." CHAPTER XLVII. THE EXPLANATION. To get rid of a witness whom Marguerite believed to know more of Latin than he allowed was already a triumph, or at least a pledge of security for her; for alone with her husband she could give whatever translation of the Latin that she pleased. Henri and his wife were then left tete-à-tete. He had on his face no appearance of disquietude or menace; decidedly he could not understand Latin. "Monsieur," said Marguerite, "I wait for you to interrogate me." "This letter preoccupies you much, ma mie; do not alarm yourself thus." "Sire, because a king does not send a special messenger to another without some reason that he believes important." "Well ma mie, let us leave it for the present; have you not something like a ball this evening?" "Yes, sire," said Marguerite, astonished, "but that is not extraordinary; you know we dance nearly every evening." "I have a great chase for to-morrow." "Each our pleasure, sire; you love the chase, I the dance." "Yes, ma mie, and there is no harm in that," said Henri, sighing. "Certainly not; but your majesty sighed as you said it." "Listen to me, madame; I am uneasy." "About what, sire?" "About a current report." "A report; your majesty uneasy about a report?" "What more simple; when this report may annoy you." "Me?"--"Yes, you." "Sire, I do not understand you." "Have you heard nothing?" Marguerite began to tremble. "I am the least curious woman in the world," said she, "I hear nothing but what is cried in my very ears. Besides, I think so little of reports, that I should not listen to them if I heard them." "It is then your opinion, madame, that one should despise reports?" "Absolutely, sire; particularly kings and queens." "Why so, madame?" "Because, as every one talks of us, we should have enough to do to listen to them all." "Well, I believe you are right, ma mie, and I am about to furnish you with an excellent opportunity of exercising your philosophy." Marguerite believed that the decisive moment had come, and rallied all her courage. "So be it, sire," said she. Henri began in the tone of a penitent who has some great sin to acknowledge. "You know the great interest I take in Fosseuse?" "Ah!" cried Marguerite, triumphantly, seeing he was not about to accuse her; "yes, yes; the little Fosseuse, your friend." "Yes, madame." "My lady in waiting."--"Yes." "Your passion--your love." "Ah! you speak now just like one of the reports you were abusing just now."