"Will you forgive me if I express amazement at your precocity, and congratulate you upon it ?" His brows went if possible closer together and his face grew very red.
He knew that somewhere a pitfall awaited him, yet hardly where.
"I do not understand you." "Bethink you, Chevalier.

Ten years have flown since this scandal you refer to.

So that at the time of your supping with Bardelys and the wits of Paris, at the time of his making a confidant of you and carrying you off to a masque at the Louvre, at the time of his presenting you to the Duchesse de Bourgogne, you were just ten years of age.

I never had cause to think over-well of Bardelys, but had you not told me yourself, I should have hesitated to believe him so vile a despoiler of innocence, such a perverter of youth." He crimsoned to the very roots of his hair.
Roxalanne broke into a laugh.

"My cousin, my cousin," she cried, "they that would become masters should begin early, is it not so ?" "Monsieur de Lesperon," said he, in a very formal voice, "do you wish me to apprehend that you have put me through this catechism for the purpose of casting a doubt upon what I have said ?" "But have I done that?
Have I cast a doubt ?" I asked, with the utmost meekness.
"So I apprehend." "Then you apprehend amiss.