She loved him for it so tenderly, that she could not refuse to give him a proof of her affection.
"See, how many words we have wasted," she said, taking his hand: "suspicions, anxieties, mistrust, sufferings--I think we have mentioned all those words." "Alas! madame, yes." "Efface them from your heart as I drive them from mine.

Whether La Valliere does or does not love the king, and whether the king does or does not love La Valliere--from this moment you and I will draw a distinction in the two characters I have to perform.

You open your eyes so wide that I am sure you do not understand me." "You are so impetuous, madame, that I always tremble at the fear of displeasing you." "And see how he trembles now, poor fellow," she said, with the most charming playfulness of manner.

"Yes, monsieur, I have two characters to perform.

I am the sister of the king, the sister-in-law of the king's wife.