Let our last sight of each other be one which may leave a pleasant memory behind it." "A pleasant memory!" All the gentleness and humility had fallen from her now, and her voice had the hard ring of contempt and of anger.
"A pleasant memory! It may well be pleasant to you, who are released from the woman whom you ruined, who can turn now to another without any pale face to be seen within the _salons_ of your court to remind you of your perfidy.

But to me, pining in some lonely country house, spurned by my husband, despised by my family, the scorn and jest of France, far from all which gave a charm to life, far from the man for whose love I have sacrificed everything--this will be a very pleasant memory to me, you may be sure!" The king's eyes had caught the angry gleam which shot from hers, and yet he strove hard to set a curb upon his temper.

When such a matter had to be discussed between the proudest man and the haughtiest woman in all France, one or the other must yield a point.

He felt that it was for him to do so, and yet it did not come kindly to his imperious nature.
"There is nothing to be gained, madame," said he, "by using words which are neither seemly for your tongue nor for my ears.

You will do me the justice to confess that where I might command I am now entreating, and that instead of ordering you as my subject, I am persuading you as my friend." "Oh, you show too much consideration, sire! Our relations of twenty years or so can scarce suffice to explain such forbearance from you.
I should indeed be grateful that you have not set your archers of the guard upon me, or marched me from the palace between a file of your musketeers.