"Your news contradicts your avowal that you are not in love with him." "Shall I be in love with all who say they are in love with me ?" asked Frances, glancing up to the king.
"God forbid!" he answered.

"I would have you in love with but one--one who loves your voice, your beauty, your goodness." "Your Majesty may at least rest easy so far as Hamilton is concerned," she returned.
"But I am glad that he is out of the country, and shall see to it that he doesn't come back," said the king.
His Majesty had talked too long, for Frances had learned that his suspicions of her love of Hamilton were not allayed, despite his pretense to the contrary.
"I care not where he be so long as he doesn't trouble me," answered Frances, sighing.
"But if it is not one it is another," said the king, ruefully.

"I hear that the Duke of Tyrconnel is mad for love of you." This was a welcome opportunity to Frances, and she quickly used it.

"Yes.
At least, he says he is.

What does your Majesty advise?
Shall I marry him or not ?" "By all means, not!" returned the king, with strong emphasis.