Kmita looked with astonishment on the prince, who was walking with quicker and quicker pace through the room.
All at once he stopped before Pan Andrei, and said, “Give me the word of a cavalier that you will answer truly my question.”
“Gracious prince,” said Kmita, “only those lie who are afraid, and I fear no man.”
“Did the prince voevoda give orders to keep secret from me the negotiations with Lyubomirski?”
“Had I such a command, I should not have mentioned Lyubomirski.”
“It might have slipped you. Give me your word.”
“I give it,” said Kmita, frowning.
“You have taken a weight from my heart, for I thought that the voevoda was playing a double game with me.”
“I do not understand, your highness.”
“I would not marry, in France, Rohan, not counting half threescore other princesses whom they were giving me. Do you know why?”