They interchanged smart semi-flattering or cutting sentences.
'Good!' she concluded; 'now I sulk you for five years.' 'You would decapitate me, madam, and weep over my astonished head, would you not ?' 'Upon my honour, I would,' she shook herself to reply.
He smiled rather sadly.
'No pathos!' she implored him.
'Not while I live, madam,' said he.
At this her countenance underwent a tremour.
'And when that ends...

friend! well, I shall have had my last laugh in the world.' Both seemed affected.

My father murmured some soothing word.
'Then you do mean to stay with me ?' the margravine caught him up.
'Not in livery, your Highness.' 'To the deuce with you!' would be a fair translation of the exalted lady's reply.

She railed at his insufferable pride.
'And you were wrong, wrong,' she pursued.

'You offended the prince mightily: you travestied his most noble ancestor--' 'In your service, may it please you.' 'You offended, offended him, I say, and you haven't the courage to make reparation.