"Tell me more." "What more is there to tell?
You have the epitome of the story." "But what is the nature of the trouble?
What form does it take, and by whom are you advised of it ?" "A friend in Paris sent me word, and his messenger did his work well, else had Monsieur de Garnache been here before him, and I had not so much as had the mercy of this forewarning." "Garnache ?" quoth the Count.

"Who is Garnache ?" "The emissary of the Queen-Regent.

He has been dispatched hither by her to see that Mademoiselle de La Vauvraye has justice and enlargement." Tressan fell suddenly to groaning and wringing his hands a pathetic figure had it been less absurd.
"I warned you, madame! I warned you how it would end," he cried.

"I told you--" "Oh, I remember the things you told me," she cut in, scorn in her voice.
"You may spare yourself their repetition.

What is done is done, and I'll not--I would not--have it undone.