“Oh, fear nothing, madame!” said the young woman, clasping her hands and weeping herself at the queen’s sorrows; “I am your Majesty’s, body and soul, and however far I may be from you, however inferior may be my position, I believe I have discovered a means of extricating your Majesty from your trouble.” “You, oh, heaven, you!” cried the queen; “but look me in the face. I am betrayed on all sides. Can I trust in you?” “Oh, madame!” cried the young woman, falling on her knees; “upon my soul, I am ready to die for your Majesty!” This expression sprang from the very bottom of the heart, and, like the first, there was no mistaking it. “Yes,” continued Mme. Bonacieux, “yes, there are traitors here; but by the holy name of the Virgin, I swear that no one is more devoted to your Majesty than I am. Those studs which the king speaks of, you gave them to the Duke of Buckingham, did you not? Those studs were enclosed in a little rosewood box which he held under his arm? Am I deceived? Is it not so, madame?” “Oh, my God, my God!” murmured the queen, whose teeth chattered with fright. “Well, those studs,” continued Mme. Bonacieux, “we must have them back again.” “Yes, without doubt, it is necessary,” cried the queen; “but how am I to act? How can it be effected?” “Someone must be sent to the duke.” “But who, who? In whom can I trust?” “Place confidence in me, madame; do me that honor, my queen, and I will find a messenger.” “But I must write.” “Oh, yes; that is indispensable. Two words from the hand of your Majesty and your private seal.” “But these two words would bring about my condemnation, divorce, exile!” “Yes, if they fell into infamous hands. But I will answer for these two words being delivered to their address.” “Oh, my God! I must then place my life, my honor, my reputation, in your hands?” “Yes, yes, madame, you must; and I will save them all.” “But how? Tell me at least the means.” “My husband had been at liberty these two or three days. I have not yet had time to see him again. He is a worthy, honest man who entertains neither love nor hatred for anybody. He will do anything I wish. He will set out upon receiving an order from me, without knowing what he carries, and he will carry your Majesty’s letter, without even knowing it is from your Majesty, to the address which is on it.” The queen took the two hands of the young woman with a burst of emotion, gazed at her as if to read her very heart, and, seeing nothing but sincerity in her beautiful eyes, embraced her tenderly. “Do that,” cried she, “and you will have saved my life, you will have saved my honor!” “Do not exaggerate the service I have the happiness to render your Majesty. I have nothing to save for your Majesty; you are only the victim of perfidious plots.” “That is true, that is true, my child,” said the queen, “you are right.” “Give me then, that letter, madame; time presses.”