But by one of the nuns she sent various cordials, Hungary water, etc., etc., and ordered that all the doors should immediately be closed, a command which was just in time, for the king's distress was fast becoming of a most clamorous and despairing character.

He had almost decided to send for his own physician, when La Valliere exhibited signs of returning animation.

The first object which met her gaze, as she opened her eyes, was the king at her feet; in all probability she did not recognize him, for she uttered a deep sigh full of anguish and distress.

Louis fixed his eyes devouringly upon her face; and when, in the course of a few moments, she recognized Louis, she endeavored to tear herself from his embrace.
"Oh, heavens!" she murmured, "is not the sacrifice yet made ?" "No, no!" exclaimed the king, "and it shall _not_ be made, I swear." Notwithstanding her weakness and utter despair, she rose from the ground, saying, "It must be made, however; it must be; so do not stay me in my purpose." "I leave you to sacrifice yourself! I! never, never!" exclaimed the king.
"Well," murmured D'Artagnan, "I may as well go now.

As soon as they begin to speak, we may as well prevent there being any listeners." And he quitted the room, leaving the lovers alone.
"Sire," continued La Valliere, "not another word, I implore you.