The king only said nothing, but he looked at her, and she had no wish that he should say more.

She was still calm and pale, but the blood throbbed in her temples.

"You are Queen of France now," it seemed to be humming--"queen, queen, queen!" But a sudden shadow had fallen across her, and a low voice was in her ear.

"Remember your promise to the Church," it whispered.

She started, and turned to see the pale, eager face of the Jesuit beside her.
"Your hand has turned cold, Francoise," said Louis.