Certainly it was amazing how M.de Perrencourt dealt with his Grace; ay, and with my Lord Carford, who shrank out of his path as though he had been--a King." I let my tones give the last word full effect.
"Simon," she whispered in eagerness mingled with alarm, "Simon, what are you saying?
Silence for your life!" "My life, madame, is rooted too deep for a syllable to tear it up.

I said only 'as though he had been a king.' Tell me why M.Colbert wears the King's Star.

Was it because somebody saw a gentleman wearing the King's Star embrace and kiss M.de Perrencourt the night that he arrived ?" "It was you ?" "It was I, madame.

Tell me on whose account three messengers went to London, carrying the words '_Il vient_.'" She was hanging to my arm now, full of eagerness.
"And tell me now what M.de Perrencourt said to you.

A plague on him, he spoke so low that I couldn't hear!" A blush swept over her face; her eyes, losing the fire of excitement, dropped in confusion to the ground.
"I can't tell you," she murmured.
"Yet I know," said I."And if you'll trust me, madame----" "Ah, Simon, you know I trust you." "Yet you were angry with me." "Not angry--I had no right--I mean I had no cause to be angry.