“Yes, of the queen’s; and the king always ends by liking what she likes, and hating what she hates.”
“And she hates me? Be frank, countess.”
“Well, monseigneur, she does not love you.”
“Then I am lost! Of what use is the necklace?”
“You deceive yourself, prince.”
“It is bought.”
“At least, it will show the queen that you love her. You know, monseigneur, we have agreed to call things by their right names.”
“Then you say you do not despair of seeing me one day prime minister?”
“I am sure of it.”
“And what are your own ambitions?”