Thus, while contemplating the misfortune which threatened her and the abandonment in which she was left, she broke out into sobs and tears.
"Can I be of service to your Majesty ?" said all at once a voice full of sweetness and pity.
The queen turned sharply round, for there could be no deception in the expression of that voice; it was a friend who spoke thus.
In fact, at one of the doors which opened into the queen's apartment appeared the pretty Mme.Bonacieux.She had been engaged in arranging the dresses and linen in a closet when the king entered; she could not get out and had heard all.
The queen uttered a piercing cry at finding herself surprised--for in her trouble she did not at first recognize the young woman who had been given to her by Laporte.
"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.