"But it will be much more pleasant here.

You will come with papa, won't you ?" "Whenever he will be good enough to bring me," Rupert said.
"You remember what I told you about Adele," the marquis said, as they walked back to their rooms in the palace.
"Surely, sir," Rupert replied.
"I think it would be as well, both for her sake and your own, that you should not frequent her society in public, Rupert.

His Majesty intends to give her hand to one of the half-dozen of his courtiers who are at present intriguing for it.

Happily, as she is little over sixteen, although marriages here are often made at that age, the question does not press; and I trust that he will not decide for a year, or even longer.

But if you were to be seen much at her side, it might be considered that you were a possible rival, and you might, if the king thought that there was the slightest risk of your interfering with his plans, find yourself shut up in the Bastille, or at Loches, or some other of the fortress dungeons, and Adele might be ordered to give her hand at once to the man he selected for her.
"There is hope in time.