After all, it's but a little game.

You know very well that two or three fearless articles, something in my style, you know, would soon put a stop to all that underhand backing of your king.
I am calling him king because I want to be polite to you.

He is an adventurer, a blood-thirsty, murderous adventurer, for me, and nothing else.

Look here, my dear child, what are you knocking yourself about for?
For the sake of that bandit?
_Allons donc_! A pupil of Henry Allegre can have no illusions of that sort about any man.

And such a pupil, too! Ah, the good old days in the Pavilion! Don't think I claim any particular intimacy.