I implore you, Sire, to spare the life of Monsieur Lucien Lesage, who was arrested yesterday upon a charge of treason.

He is a student, Sire--a mere dreamer who has lived away from the world and has been made a tool by designing men.' 'A dreamer!' cried the Emperor harshly.

'They are the most dangerous of all.' He took a bundle of notes from his table and glanced them over.
'I presume that he is fortunate enough to be your lover, mademoiselle ?' Sibylle's pale face flushed, and she looked down before the Emperor's keen sardonic glance.
'I have his examination here.

He does not come well out of it.

I confess that from what I see of the young man's character I should not say that he is worthy of your love.' 'I implore you to spare him, Sire.' 'What you ask is impossible, mademoiselle.