I'll whisper a secret in your ear, Hymbercourt,--a secret to be told to no one else.

I'll execute this treaty of marriage now, and will use my crafty foe for my own purposes so long as I need him; but when I return from Switzerland, I will divorce my present duchess and take a fruitful wife who will bear me a son to inherit Burgundy; then King Louis may keep the girl for his pains." The duke laughed, and seemed to feel that he was perpetrating a great joke on his rival.
"But your brother-in-law, Edward of England, may object to having his sister divorced," suggested Hymbercourt.
"In that case we'll take a page from King Louis' book," answered Charles.

"We'll use gold, Hymbercourt, gold! I shall not, however, like Louis, buy Edward's ministers! They are too expensive.

I'll put none of my gold in Hastings's sleeve.

I'll pension Shore's wife, and Edward will not trouble himself about his sister.