He read La Valliere's letter over again, endeavoring to imagine in what conceivable way his verses could have reached their destination. There was a postscript to the letter: "I send you back by your messenger this reply, so unworthy of what you sent me." "So far so good; I shall find out something now," he said, delightedly. "Who is waiting, and who brought me this letter?" "M. Malicorne," replied the valet-de-chambre, timidly. "Desire him to come in." Malicorne entered. "You come from Mademoiselle de la Valliere?" said the king, with a sigh. "Yes, sire." "And you took Mademoiselle de la Valliere something from me?" "I, sire." "Yes, you." "Oh, no, sire." "Mademoiselle de la Valliere says so distinctly." "Oh, sire, Mademoiselle de la Valliere is mistaken." The king frowned. "What jest is this?" he said; "explain yourself; why does Mademoiselle de la Valliere call you my messenger? What did you take to that lady? Speak, monsieur, and quickly." "Sire, I merely took Mademoiselle de la Valliere a pocket-handkerchief, that was all." "A handkerchief--what handkerchief?" "Sire, at the very moment when I had the misfortune to stumble against your majesty yesterday, a misfortune which I shall deplore to the last day of my life, especially after the dissatisfaction which you exhibited, I remained, sire, motionless with despair, your majesty being at too great a distance to hear my excuses, when I saw something white lying on the ground." "Ah!" said the king. "I stooped down--it was a pocket-handkerchief. For a moment I had an idea that when I stumbled against your majesty I must have been the cause of the handkerchief falling from your pocket; but as I felt it all over very respectfully, I perceived a cipher at one of the corners, and, on looking at it closely, I found it was Mademoiselle de la Valliere's cipher. I presumed that on her way to Madame's apartment in the earlier part of the evening she had let her handkerchief fall, and I accordingly hastened to restore it to her as she was leaving; and that is all I gave to Mademoiselle de la Valliere, I entreat your majesty to believe." Malicorne's manner was so simple, so full of contrition, and marked with such extreme humility, that the king was greatly amused in listening to him. He was as pleased with him for what he had done as if he had rendered him the greatest service. "This is the second fortunate meeting I have had with you, monsieur," he said; "you may count upon my friendly feeling."