This rank flattery cooled me.
A woman who has any regard for a man is not likely to flatter him in respect to his looks on so short and slight an acquaintance.
"Monsieur," she proceeded, "this is to be no escapade, no caprice.

I ask your aid as a desperate woman.

At court I can find no one to succor me, save at the peril of that which is dearer to me than my life.

Among the commoners, who would dare?
An Englishman?
It is too much trouble.

A Frenchman?
I would trust him not quite so far as the door.