And if the King were not restored to us?
It was a subject that we had never yet spoken of.

But I had an idea that, in such a case, Sapt meant to seat me on the throne of Ruritania for the term of my life.

He would have set Satan himself there sooner than that pupil of his, Black Michael.
The ball was a sumptuous affair.

I opened it by dancing a quadrille with Flavia: then I waltzed with her.

Curious eyes and eager whispers attended us.