'The coward! He leaves me to bear all, and in the hour of trial he stabs me from behind.

There is nothing in him, not respect, not love, not courage--his wife, his dignity, his throne, the honour of his father, he forgets them all!' 'Yes,' pursued the Baron, 'the word Abdication.

I perceive a glimmering there.' 'I read your fancy,' she returned.

'It is mere madness, midsummer madness.

Baron, I am more unpopular than he.