Do you see such changes in me ?" "To me, sire, you are as pleasing and as gracious as when you first won the heart of Mademoiselle Tonnay-Charente." The king smiled as he looked at the beautiful woman before him.
"In very truth," said he, "I can say that there has been no such great change in Mademoiselle Tonnay-Charente either.

But still it is best that we should part, Francoise." "If it will add aught to your happiness, sire, I shall go through it, be it to my death." "Now that is the proper spirit." "You have but to name the place, sire--Petit Bourg, Chargny, or my own convent of St.Joseph in the Faubourg St.Germain.

What matter where the flower withers, when once the sun has forever turned from it?
At least, the past is my own, and I shall live in the remembrance of the days when none had come between us, and when your sweet love was all my own.

Be happy, sire, be happy, and think no more of what I said about the foolish gossip of the court.

Your life lies in the future.