There's a regiment of reasons." Her laugh burst out again; yet her eyes seemed tender.
"Give me one." "I have given one.

I don't love you." "I won't take it." "I am what I am." "You should be what I would make you." "You're to live at the Court.

To serve the Duke of Monmouth, isn't it ?" "What do I care for that?
Are there no others ?" "Let go my hand--No, let it go.

See now, I'll show you.

There's a ring on it." "I see the ring." "A rich one." "Very rich." "Simon, do you guess who set it there ?" "He is your King only while you make him such." "Nay," she cried with sudden passion, "I am set on my course." Then came defiance.