He perfectly well knew from De Guiche's tone and manner, which was cold and dignified, that the conversation was about assuming a disagreeable turn.
He resolved to let it take what course it pleased, and to keep strictly on his guard.
"May I ask what it was you did not tell him ?" inquired De Guiche.
"That about La Valliere." "La Valliere....

What is it?
and what was that strange circumstance you seem to have known out yonder, which Bragelonne, who was here on the spot, was not acquainted with ?" "Do you really ask me that in a serious manner ?" "Nothing can be more so." "What! you, a member of the court, living in Madame's household, a friend of Monsieur's, a guest at their table, the favorite of our lovely princess ?" Guiche colored violently from anger.

"What princess are you alluding to ?" he said.
"I am only acquainted with one, my dear fellow.

I am speaking of Madame herself.

Are you devoted to another princess, then?
Come, tell me." Guiche was on the point of launching out, but he saw the drift of the remark.