"Who?" asked his Eminence.
"He and she."
"The queen and the duke?" cried Richelieu.
"Yes."
"Where?"
"At the Louvre."
"Are you sure of it?"
"Perfectly sure."
"Who told you of it?"
"Madame de Lannoy, who is devoted to your Eminence, as you know."
"Why did she not let me know sooner?"
"Whether by chance or mistrust, the queen made Madame de Surgis sleep in her chamber, and detained her all day."