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Meanwhile the king had made his way to the boudoir of his marquise, who advanced joyfully to meet him.
"Madame," said he, "I am about to drive to Trianon; will you accompany me? Decide according to your own judgment; do not inconvenience yourself on my account."
"Your majesty knows that I live in your presence," sighed the marquise, "but-"