I have sought to spread a belief that I was dead; I have almost longed for revolutions.

I should have blessed a change which deprived me of my rank, as I thanked Heaven when my father was dethroned; but the court wonders at my absence; the Queen requires me to attend her.

Our dreams are at an end, Henri; we have already slumbered too long.

Let us awake, be courageous, and think no more of those dear two years--forget all in the one recollection of our great resolve.

Have but one thought; be ambitious for--be ambitious--for my sake." "Must we, then, indeed, forget all, Marie ?" murmured Cinq-Mars.
She hesitated.
"Yes, forget all--that I myself have forgotten." Then, after a moment's pause, she continued with earnestness: "Yes, forget our happy days together, our long evenings, even our walks by the lake and through the wood; but keep the future ever in mind.