Besides, there is so little worth living for in a country such as this." The Earl was silent and she proceeded.
"But how joyous we shall be at Edinburgh! Know you that at the Court of Charles that was my name--La Joyeuse they called me.

We will keep solemn countenances, you and I, while we enter the presence of the King.

We will bow.

We will make obeisances.

Then, when all is over, we will laugh together at the fatted calf of a Tutor, the cunning Chancellor with his quirks of law, and the poor schoolboy scarce breeched whom they call King of Scotland.