My word ?" he continued, seeing her about to interrupt him.

"True, Madame, you have it, you had it.

But why need I keep my word to you, who tempt me to break my word to the King ?" She made a weak gesture with her hands.

Her head had sunk on her breast--she seemed dazed by the shock of his contempt, dazed by his reception of her offer.
"You saved the letters ?" he continued, interpreting her action.

"True, but the letters are mine, and that which you offer for them is mine also.
You have nothing to offer.