"Besides the King and Mademoiselle?"
"Why, yes—and a great part."
"Myself by chance?"
"You! No! What should you do in the play? It is I—I myself."
"True, true. I forgot you, Mistress Nell."
"You did forget me, Simon. But I must spare you, for you will have heard that same charge of fickleness from Mistress Quinton, and it is hard to hear it from two at once. But who shall play my part?"
"Indeed I can think of none equal to it."
"The King shall play it!" she cried with a triumphant laugh, and stood opposite to me, the embodiment of merry triumph. "Do you catch the plot of my piece, Simon?"
"I am very dull," I confessed.