"If you ask more, the King's invitation.

Does that grieve you, Simon ?" "No, madame," said I.
"A little, still a little, Simon?
Be consoled! The King invited me, but he hasn't come to see me.

There lies my business.

Why hasn't he come to see me?
I hear certain things, but my eyes, though they are counted good if not large, can't pierce the walls of the Castle yonder, and my poor feet aren't fit to pass its threshold." "You needn't grieve for that," said I sullenly.
"Yet some things I know.

As that a French lady is there.