“My whole being is devoted to you, madame.”
“The proof I require is, that you should ask something of me.”
“Ask—”
“Oh, I know you well,—no one is more disinterested, more noble, and truly loyal.”
“Do not praise me too highly, madame,” said the duchesse, somewhat anxiously.
“I could never praise you as much as you deserve to be praised.”
“And yet, age and misfortune effect a terrible change in people, madame.”
“So much the better; for the beautiful, the haughty, the adored duchesse of former days might have answered me ungratefully, ‘I do not wish for anything from you.’ Heaven be praised! The misfortunes you speak of have indeed worked a change in you, for you will now, perhaps, answer me, ‘I accept.’”
The duchesse’s look and smile soon changed at this conclusion, and she no longer attempted to act a false part.
“Speak, dearest, what do you want?”