I am the betrothed of Captain du Trouffle." "Since yesterday you are the betrothed of Captain du Trouffle!" repeated the prince, staring at her wildly.

"And you say you love him, Louise ?" "Yes, your highness, I love him," said Louise, with a faint smile.
"It is impossible," cried the prince; "it is not true." "And why should I deceive your highness ?" "Why ?--ah, I understand all.

Oh, Louise, my poor darling, how short-sighted I have been! Why did I not immediately suspect my brother ?--he has spies to watch all my movements; they have at last discovered my love for you.

Pollnitz, who would do any thing for gold, has betrayed us to the king, who condemns me to marry according to my rank, and, to carry out his purpose surely, he now forces you to marry.
Oh, Louise, say that this is so; acknowledge that the power of the king, and not your own heart, forced you to this engagement.

It is impossible, it cannot be that you have forgotten the vows that we exchanged scarcely two weeks ago.