"And why so?" asked La Martiniere, with his accustomed abruptness. "His majesty would be much better there than here."
"He can nowhere be better than at Trianon, monsieur," said I.
"That, madam," answered La Martiniere, "is the only point upon which you must excuse my consulting you, unless, indeed, you are armed with a physician's diploma."
"Monsieur la Martiniere," cried the duc de Richelieu, "you might employ more gentle language when speaking to a lady."
"Was I sent for hither," inquired the angry physician, "to go through a course of politeness?"
For my own part I felt the utmost dread, I scarcely knew of what. Bordeu, seeing my consternation, hastened to interfere, by saying,
"At any rate, monsieur la Martiniere, you will not alarm the king needlessly."
"Nor lull him into a false security," answered the determined La Martiniere. "But what is his malady have you seen him, doctor Bordeu?"
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