Her glance kindled anew at his last words.
"I ?" she echoed.

"I was not myself?
What are you saying, Monsieur the Secretary ?" "Last night, and again just now, you were so kind, you--you smiled so sweetly--" "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed, angrily interrupting him.

"See what you are for all your high-sounding vaunts of yourself and your attributes! A woman may not smile upon you, may not say one kind word to you, but you must imagine you have made a conquest.

Ma foi, you and yours do not deserve to be treated as anything but vassals.

When we show you a kindness, see how you abuse it.