"You know very well that I am quite as discreet as any man could be. And so the king sent him away?"
"Yes."
"And during his absence he takes his mistress away from him?"
"Yes; and, will you believe it? the silly fellow, instead of thanking the king, is making himself miserable."
"What! thank the king for depriving him of the woman he loves! Really, sire, yours is a most ungallant speech."
"But, pray understand me. If she whom the king had run off with was either a Miss Grafton or a Miss Stewart, I should be of his opinion; nay, I should even think him not half miserable enough; but she is a little, thin, lame thing. Deuce take such fidelity as that! Surely, one can hardly understand how a man can refuse a girl who is rich, for one who is poverty itself—a girl who loves him for one who deceives and betrays him."
"Do you think that Mary seriously wishes to please the vicomte, sire?"
"I do, indeed."
"Very good! the vicomte will settle down in England, for Mary has a clear head, and when she fixes her mind upon anything, she does so thoroughly."
"Take care, my dear Miss Stewart; if the vicomte has any idea of adopting our country, he has not long to do so, for it was only the day before yesterday that he again asked me permission to leave."