I offer my humble apology.

Pray do not pay your compliments to the devil, but keep them for me, your Majesty's most devoted subject." "Odds fish!" exclaimed his Majesty.

"I'm glad of the reprieve.

I did not want to go to the devil, but Odds fish! I'd be willing to do so for a smile from my most devoted subject." "Merci, sire!" answered Frances, with a courtesy and smiling as graciously as even a king could ask.
"If my most devoted subject will honor her king by asking him to dance the next coranto with her, he will do his best to make amends for his boldness earlier in the day, for he is naturally a modest king." "A modest manner and a bold heart, I fear, your Majesty," returned Frances, making the most pleasing compliment she could have paid her sovereign.

"May I be honored with your Majesty's hand for the next coranto ?" "It is my will," graciously answered the king.
The ball opened with a brantle which his Majesty danced with the duchess, Frances remaining, meantime, with Mary and me, awaiting the coranto with the king, a royal favor which would win for her the envy of many a lady, as the king seldom danced.
When the brantle was finished, the king worked his way over to Frances, and when the bugle announced the coranto, she was saved the embarrassment of seeking him, as she must have done had he not been by her side.
An altogether unexpected ordeal awaited Frances, for when the French musicians began to play and his Majesty led her out, she found herself and the king the only dancers on the floor except the Duke of York with Mistress Stuart, and the Duke of Monmouth with his father's friend, Lady Castlemain.