You must justify yourself before a lover--a lover who is unfortunately very jealous.

Yes, yes, Louise, that is my weakness; I do not deny it, I am jealous--jealous of all those who keep you from me, who prevent my receiving your letters." "My letters!" said Louise, astonished; "why should I have written letters to your highness?
I do not believe it is the custom for ladies to write to gentlemen voluntarily.

It has been two weeks since I received a letter from your highness." "Because it was impossible for my messenger to deliver them, Louise: you were so unapproachable, at least for me.

But you must have known that my thoughts were always with you, that my heart pined for news and comfort from you." "Non, vraiment, I did not know it," said Louise, laughingly.
"You did not know it ?" asked Henry, wonderingly.

"Well, what did you suppose ?" "I thought," she said, carelessly--"I thought that Prince Henry had overcome or forgotten his little folly of the carnival." "And then ?" "Then I determined to follow his example.