"Mon Dieu! monsieur, pray be silent. Have you no sense?"
"What have I done?" cried Ernanton, frightened.
"You see me in a mask, and if I wear one, it is for disguise, and yet you call me your highness."
"Ah, pardon me, madame," said Ernanton, "but I believed in the discretion of these walls."
"It appears you are credulous."
"Alas! madame, I am in love."
"And you are convinced that I reciprocate this love?"
Ernanton rose piqued.
"No, madame," replied he.
"Then what do you believe?"