You have something of the Bayard in your veins.

It takes a man of courage to address me, after what has happened.

I am become a pariah; he who touches my hand loses caste." "Bah! Honestly, now, Chevalier, is it not the man rather than the escutcheon?
A trooper is my friend if he has courage; I would not let a coward black my boots, not if he were a king." "If ever I have offended you, pray forgive me." "Offended me?
Well, yes," easily.

"There was Madame de Flavigny of Normandy; but that was three years ago.

Such affairs begin and end quickly.