“I am listening, Madame.”
“I permit you to witness the comic opera, but I shall allow no prompting from outsiders.”
“Madame, do you expect me to sit calmly by and see my friend made a fool?” He spoke warmly and his eyes remained steadfast.
“Certainly that is what you shall do,” coldly.
“Madame, you are a beautiful woman; heaven has endowed you with something more than beauty. Is it possible that the gods forgot to mix conscience in the mold?”
“Conscience? Royalty knows none.”
“Ah, Madame, wait till you are royal.”
“Take care. You have not felt my anger.”
“I would rather that than your love.”
She marveled at her patience.