Then she took Juliette's hand in hers, and turned to go out of the room; the gentlemen bowed as she swept past them, her rich silken gown making a soft hush-sh-sh as she went.

She nodded to some, curtseyed to the Prince, and had at the last moment the supreme courage and pride to turn her head once more towards her husband, in order to reassure him finally that his secret was as safe with her now, in this hour of danger, as it had been in the time of triumph.
She smiled and passed out of his sight, preceded by Desiree Candeille, who, escorted by one of the gentlemen, had become singularly silent and subdued.
In the little room now there only remained a few men.

Sir Andrew Ffoulkes had taken the precaution of closing the door after the ladies had gone.
Then His Royal Highness turned once more to Monsieur Chauvelin and said with an obvious show of indifference: "Faith, Monsieur! meseems we are all enacting a farce, which can have no final act.

I vow that I cannot allow my friend Blakeney to go over to France at your bidding.

Your government now will not allow my father's subjects to land on your shores without a special passport, and then only for a specific purpose." "La, your Royal Highness," interposed Sir Percy, "I pray you have no fear for me on that score.