The queens, stately and ceremonious, were softened and could not restrain their laughter.

Madame Henriette, the queen-mother, was dazzled by the brilliancy which cast distinction upon her family, thanks to the wit of the grand-daughter of Henry IV.

The king, jealous, as a young man and as a monarch, of the superiority of those who surrounded him, could not resist admitting himself vanquished by a petulance so thoroughly French in its nature, whose energy more than ever increased by English humor.
Like a child, he was captivated by her radiant beauty, which her wit made still more dazzling.

Madame's eyes flashed like lightning.

Wit and humor escaped from her scarlet lips like persuasion from the lips of Nestor of old.