I do envy men at times who can stand beside them, talk with them without fear, be intimate with them, and understand their intricate thoughts." "Are there such men ?" asked Wogan.
"Men who love, such as Count Koenigsmarck and yourself." Wogan held up his hand with a cry.
"Count, such men, we are told, are the blindest of all.

Did not Koenigsmarck prove it?
As for myself, not even in that respect can I be ranked with Koenigsmarck.

I am a mere man-at-arms, whose love-making is a clash of steel." "But to-night--this risk you ran; you told me it was for a woman." "For a woman, yes.

For love of a woman, no, no, no!" he exclaimed with surprising violence.

Then he rose from his chair.
"But I have stayed my time," said he, "you have never had a more grateful guest.