"What is amiss with her that she is not thankful for a true man's love like yours?
Is she haughty?
I'll bring her on her knees to you.

Does she think her birth sets her too high in the world?
I'll show her so much contempt, you so much courtesy, that she shall fall from her arrogance and dote upon your steps.

Perhaps she is too sure of your devotion?
Why, then, I'll make her jealous!" Wogan interrupted her, and the agitation of his voice put an end to her raillery.

Somehow she had wounded him who had done so much for her.
"Madam, I beg you to believe me, there is no one;" and casting about for a sure argument to dispel her conjectures, he said on an impulse, "Listen; I will make your Highness a confidence." He stopped, to make sure that Gaydon and Mrs.Misset were still asleep.

Then he laughed uneasily like a man that is half-ashamed and resumed,--"I am lord and king of a city of dreams.