by Alexandre Dumas

“ Mazarin pretended not to understand the double meaning of his own sentence, but continued to compassionate the fate of Concino Concini.
"Well then, your eminence," said the queen, becoming impatient, "what is your answer?"
"Madame," cried Mazarin, more and more moved, "will your majesty permit me to give you counsel?"
"Speak, sir," replied the queen; "the counsels of so prudent a man as yourself ought certainly to be available."
"Madame, believe me, the king ought to defend himself to the last." ”

“ If I had had a single ornament left, I should have bought wood this winter to make a fire for my daughter and myself."
"Oh, madame," said Mazarin, "your majesty knows not what you ask. On the day when foreign succor follows in the train of a king to replace him on his throne, it is an avowal that he no longer possesses the help and love of his own subjects."
"To the point, sir," said the queen, "to the point, and answer me, yes or no; if the king persists in remaining in England will you send him succor? If he comes to France will you accord him hospitality? What do you intend to do? Speak." ”

“ But Queen Henrietta, without even turning toward him who made these hypocritical pretensions, crossed the cabinet, opened the door for herself and passing through the midst of the cardinal's numerous guards, courtiers eager to pay homage, the luxurious show of a competing royalty, she went and took the hand of De Winter, who stood apart in isolation. Poor queen, already fallen! ”