'If your Majesty would please to hear the end of the story at another time ?' I suggested humbly, beginning to wish with all my heart that I had never said a word.
'Chut!' he answered, rising, his face still betraying his perturbation, 'Well, be it so.

For the present you may go, sir.

Duchess, give me Zizi, and come to my closet.

I want you to see my puppies.

Retz, my good friend, do you come too.