'Well,' he said, 'no doubt we shall find a way out of our difficulties.' 'If your Majesty,' Rosny answered respectfully, 'would accept the aid my master proffers, I venture to think that they would vanish the quicker.' 'You think so,' Henry rejoined.

'Well, give me your shoulder.

Let us walk a little.' And, signing to Rambouillet to leave him, he began to walk up and down with M.de Rosny, talking familiarly with him in an undertone.
Only such scraps of the conversation as fell from them when they turned at my end of the gallery now reached me.

Patching these together, however, I managed to understand somewhat.

At one turn I heard the king say, 'But then Turenne offers--' At the next, 'Trust him?
Well, I do not know why I should not.