No more of that part of Betty Nasroth's prophecy for me, and the King's attentions were already particular.

"But if I can serve your Royal Highness, I am body and soul at your service." "Body and soul ?" said she.

"Ah, you mean saving--what is it?
Haven't you reservations ?" "His Grace has spared me nothing," said I, with a reproachful glance at Monmouth.
"The more told of you the better you're liked, Simon," said he kindly.
"See, Madame, we're at the landing, and there's a crowd of loyal folk to greet you." "I know the loyalty of the English well," said she in a low voice and with a curling lip.

"They have their reservations like Mr Dale.

Ah, you're speaking, Mr Dale ?" "To myself, Madame," I answered, bowing profoundly.