"Did you say I would pardon her, if she would tell me what she knew of La Balayeuse, and what St. Germain said?"
"She cares no more about it, than about what happened forty years ago."
"Did you frighten her, by talking of a long captivity?"
"Not yet; your majesty bade me act mildly——"
"Frighten her as you go back."
"I will try. It will be in vain, however."
"She is, then, a saint, a martyr."
"She is a fanatic, possessed by a demon—a devil in petticoats."
"Then, woe to her. I give her up. The Italian opera season ends in a few days. Arrange matters so that I shall not hear of this girl till next year."
"A year! Your majesty will not stick to that."