etc.' And Raphael laughed bitterly.
'You know the Count ?' 'As well, sir, as I care to know any man.' 'I am sorry for your eyesight, then, sir,' said the Prefect severely, 'if it has been able to discern no more than that in so august a character.' 'My dear sir, I do not doubt his excellence--nay, his inspiration.

How well he divined the perfectly fit moment for stabbing his old comrade Stilicho! But really, as two men of the world, we must be aware by this time that every man has his price.'....
'Oh, hush! hush!' whispered the girl.

'You cannot guess how you pain him.

He worships the Count.

It was not ambition, as he pretends, but merely loyalty to him, which brought here against his will.' 'My dear madam, forgive me.