text:  She! And where is she now? Did not that deed of horror to which you counselled me to which you urged me almost by force--that order which on the fatal night of St Bartholomew gave signal for the massacre of all her co-religionists drive her from my side? Did she not curse me--me who at your instigation caused the blood of her friends and kindred to be shed--and leave me her nursling her boy her Charlot whom she loved till then with that curse upon her lips? And do they not say that her horror of him who has sucked her milk and lain upon her bosom and of his damning deed has frenzied her brain and rendered her witless? Poor woman!" And the miserable King buried his haggard face between his hands