"Name them."
"No—not yet," he said; "but I'll go you five thousand even, now, that you marry the Princess Royal."
"This court atmosphere seems to go to your head."
"That has nothing to do with the wager," he insisted.
"I'll not take you," I said. "The last fool bet is enough for me."
"I thought I heard someone say: 'The sixth dance, cousin.'"
"You did."
"And you call that a 'fool bet'?"
"I do,—and the more so that we were sober when we made it."
"You're a bit hard to please, lately," he mocked.