'But can you prove it?
Can you prove it?
Mind you, I will take no hearsay evidence, sir.

Now, there is Turenne's agent here--you did not know, I dare say, that he had an agent here ?' 'You refer, sire, to M.de Bruhl,' Rosny answered, without hesitation.
'I know him, sire.' 'I think you are the devil,' Henry answered, looking curiously at him.
'You seem to know most things.

But mind you, my friend, he speaks me fairly, and I will not take this on hearsay even from your master.
Though,' he added after pausing a moment, 'I love him.' 'And he, your Majesty.

He desires only to prove it.' 'Yes, I know, I know,' the king answered fretfully.

'I believes he does.
I believe he does wish me well.