What is it?" said Jeanne, when Diana was gone; "you look rather gloomy." "Why, yes." "What has happened?" "Oh, mon Dieu! an accident." "To you?" "Not precisely to me, but to a person who was near me." "Who was it?" "The person I was walking with." "M. de Monsoreau?" "Alas! yes; poor dear man." "What has happened to him?" "I believe he is dead." "Dead!" cried Jeanne, starting back in horror. "Just so." "He who was here just now talking…" "Yes, that is just the cause of his death - he talked too much.