At dinner, I dined nobly and well.

To do the Bergenheims justice, they live in a royal manner.

That is for the stomach.

Afterward I stealthily ordered a horse to be saddled and rode to La Fauconnerie in a trice, where I presented the expression of my adoration to Mademoiselle Reine Gobillot, a minor yet, but enjoying her full rights already.

That is for the heart." "Indeed!" "No sarcasm, if you please; not everybody can share your taste for princesses, who make you go a hundred leagues to follow them and then upon your arrival, only give you the tip of a glove to kiss.