“He has already chosen one, sire, and only awaits your consent.”
“It is only a question, then, of signing the marriage-contract?” Athos bowed. “Has he chosen a wife whose fortune and position accord with your own anticipations?”
Athos hesitated for a moment. “His affianced wife is of good birth, but has no fortune.”
“That is a misfortune we can remedy.”
“You overwhelm me with gratitude, sire; but your majesty will permit me to offer a remark?”
“Do so, comte.”
“Your majesty seems to intimate an intention of giving a marriage-portion to this young lady.”
“Certainly.”
“I should regret, sire, if the step I have taken towards your majesty should be attended by this result.”
“No false delicacy, comte; what is the bride’s name?”