For a moment I had almost feared..." He broke off, looked at her, and shrugged.
"Why do you stop?
You had almost feared that Versailles had been wasted upon me.

That I should permit the court-ship of me to be conducted like that of any village wench.

It was stupid of you.

I am being sought in proper form, at my uncle's hands." "Is his consent, then, all that matters, according to Versailles ?" "What else ?" "There is your own." She laughed.

"I am a dutiful niece...