"Oh, a singular wish! What wouldst thou?"
"Tell it not; but"—the voice dropped into a whisper—"I would despatch mine in search of the wise Chamberlain to warn him of what is here in practice."
"Ah, my brother, thou didst me the honor to read and approve my treatise on the Philosophy of Conspiracy. Dost thou remember the confounding elements given in the thesis?"
"Yes—Goodness is one."
"Under condition; that is, when the result is dependent upon a party of virtuous disposition."
"I remember now."
"Well, we have the condition here."
"The Princess!"
"And therefore the Duke, not our Phranza, is in danger. She will discomfit him."
"May Heaven dispose so!" And the Rhetorician almost immediately added, "Observe thou. Notaras has established himself within easy hearing of the two. He has actually invaded the space reserved for them."