The princess, in the midst of her elation of spirits, divided her attention between the king, who was playing with her, Monsieur, who quietly joked her about her enormous winnings, and De Guiche, who exhibited an extravagant delight.

Of Buckingham she took but little notice; for her, this fugitive, this exile, was now simply a remembrance, no longer a man.

Light hearts are thus constituted; while they themselves continue untouched, they roughly break off with every one who may possibly interfere with their little calculations of self comfort.

Madame had received Buckingham's smiles and attentions and sighs while he was present; but what was the good of sighing, smiling, and kneeling at a distance?
Can one tell in what direction the winds in the Channel, which toss mighty vessels to and fro, carry such sighs as these?
The duke could not fail to mark this change, and his heart was cruelly hurt.

Of a sensitive character, proud and susceptible of deep attachment, he cursed the day on which such a passion had entered his heart.