As for the king, taking off his glove, and placing his hand within the carriage, he continued:--"Swear, that never in all our quarrels will we allow one night even to pass by, if any misunderstanding should arise between us, without a visit, or at least a message, from either, in order to convey consolation and repose to the other." La Valliere took her lover's burning hand between her own cool palms, and pressed it softly, until a movement of the horse, frightened by the proximity of the wheels, obliged her to abandon her happiness.

She had vowed as he desired.
"Return, sire," she said, "return to the queen.

I foresee a storm yonder, which threatens my peace of mind and yours." Louis obeyed, saluted Mademoiselle de Montalais, and set off at a gallop to rejoin the queen.

As he passed Monsieur's carriage, he observed that he was fast asleep, although Madame, on her part, was wide awake.

As the king passed her she said, "What a beautiful horse, sire! Is it not Monsieur's bay horse ?" The young queen kindly asked, "Are you better now, sire ?" [3].