— Were it possible, I would have told him before now.
— So you knew all about Voisin?
— Of course. The Court is France. Without evidence, the King cannot act.
— Must I remind you that they are killing infants?
— Perhaps, by letting a few die, thousands more are saved. I shall inform him about the poison when the time is right, and everyone shall know. In the meantime, I beg you, leave Court.
— Never! I am a woman, and the life of even a single child means everything to me.
— Perhaps he has changed. The Count of Peyrac you loved died at the stake.
— He could have lost his rank and fortune but remained himself.
— Perhaps. But in the meantime you married Plessis-Belliere.
— I thought he was dead. He had died, and I was but a woman.
— He loved no ordinary woman, but Angelique!
— But why did he cut their throats?
— Sire, I am intimately acquainted with the passions of evildoers, but not those of Orientals.
— Who would want to kill me?
— Only the stupid or the ugly have no one to envy them.