"I think I must let it alone. I don't see how to make it better."
"Thank you. For my own part I have the good luck to be in love with my cousin."
Coralie lifted her eyes to mine. "Oh, no!" she drawled quietly. Then she added with a laugh, "Do you remember when you fought Wetter?"
"Heavens! yes; fools that we were! Not a word of it! Nobody knows."
"Well, at that time you were in love with me."
"Madame, I will have the honour of mentioning a much more remarkable thing to you."
"If you please, sire," she said, taking a bunch of grapes and beginning to eat them.
"You were all but in love with me."
"That's not remarkable. You're too humble. I was; ah, yes, I was. I was very afraid for you. Mon ami, don't you wish that, instead of being King here, you were the Sultan?"
I laughed at this abrupt and somewhat unceremonious question.