'You think you have not behaved well?
My Prince, were you not young and handsome, I should detest you for your virtues.

You push them to the verge of commonplace.
And this ingratitude--' 'Understand me, Madame von Rosen,' returned the Prince, flushing a little darker, 'there can be here no talk of gratitude, none of pride.

You are here, by what circumstance I know not, but doubtless led by your kindness, mixed up in what regards my family alone.

You have no knowledge what my wife, your sovereign, may have suffered; it is not for you--no, nor for me--to judge.

I own myself in fault; and were it otherwise, a man were a very empty boaster who should talk of love and start before a small humiliation.