Mel. That imports not: Though he has not seen the grand monde, and all that, let me die but he has the air of the court most absolutely.
Pala. But yet, madam, he—
Mel. O, servant, you can testify that I am in his good graces. Well, I cannot stay long with you, because I have promised him this afternoon to—But hark you, my dear, I'll tell you a secret.
[Whispers to Dor.
Rho. The devil's in me, that I must love this woman. [Aside.
Pala. The devil's in me, that I must marry this woman. [Aside.
Mel. [Raising her voice.] So the prince and I—But you must make a secret of this, my dear; for I would not for the world your husband should hear it, or my tyrant, there, that must be.
Pala. Well, fair impertinent, your whisper is not lost, we hear you. [Aside.
Dor. I understand then, that—
Mel. I'll tell you, my dear, the prince took me by the hand, and pressed it a la derobbée, because the king was near, made the doux yeux to me, and, ensuite, said a thousand gallantries, or let me die, my dear.
Dor. Then I am sure you—