"The box will be the best box in the house," Wogan suggested.
"Oh, sir," replied the Cardinal, "on the first tier, to be sure." Wogan turned back to the Chevalier.
"All that I need now is a letter from your Majesty to the King of Poland and a few rascally guineas.

I can leave Bologna before a soul's astir in the morning.

No one but Whittington saw me to-day, and a word will keep him silent.

There will be secrecy--" but the Chevalier suddenly cut him short.
"No," said he, bringing the palm of his hand down upon the table.
"Here's a blow that we must bend to! It's a dream, this plan of yours." "But a dream I'll dream so hard, sir, that I'll dream it true," cried Wogan, in despair.
"No, no," said the Chevalier.

"We'll talk no more of it.