She took leave of her most cherished and ambitious dream--bade farewell to her future of regal pomp and splendor.
"Yes, sire, I have found an e'poitseur, who only needs encouragement, to offer me his heart and hand." "Is he of good family ?" "Yes, sire." "Military ?" "Yes, sire.

He wears only a captain's epaulets.

Your majesty sees that I am modest." "On the day of his marriage he shall be major.

When the Church pronounces her blessing, the king's blessing shall not be wanting.

We are, of course, agreed.