THE SPANISH AMBASSADOR.
The king rejoined Chicot, who was still agitated with fears as to the explanation.
"Well, Chicot," said Henri, "do you know what the queen says?"
"She pretends that your cursed Latin will disturb our peace."
"Oh! sire, forget it, and all will be at an end. It is not with a piece of spoken Latin as though it were written; the wind carries away the one, fire cannot sometimes destroy the other."
"I! I think of it no more."
"That is right."
"I have something else to do."
"Your majesty prefers amusing yourself."
"Oh! mon cher, here we do everything openly; love, war, and politics."
"The first more than the two last; do you not, sire?"
"Ma foi! yes; I confess it, my dear friend. This country is so fine, and its women so beautiful."
"Oh! sire, you forget the qu
