Angry as he was, his gaze lost something of its sternness as it rested upon her round full throat and the delicate lines of her shapely shoulders.

There was something very becoming in her passion, in the defiant pose of her dainty head, and the magnificent scorn with which she glanced at her rival.
"There is nothing to be gained, madame, by being insolent," said he.
"Nor is it my custom, sire." "And yet I find your words so." "Truth is always mistaken for insolence, sire, at the court of France." "We have had enough of this." "A very little truth is enough." "You forget yourself, madame.

I beg that you will leave the room." "I must first remind your Majesty that I was so far honoured as to have an appointment this afternoon.

At four o'clock I had your royal promise that you would come to me.

I cannot doubt that your Majesty will keep that promise in spite of the fascinations which you may find here." "I should have come, madame, but the clock, as you may observe, is half an hour slow, and the time had passed before I was aware of it." I beg, sire, that you will not let that distress you.