She set her clenched hands on her knees.
"Sire!"
I faced her. The coldest look I ever saw in her gray eyes repelled me, as she deliberately said—
"You are not such a fool!"
I stared back as coldly and sternly, and deliberately answered—
"I am—just—such a fool!"
"Consider how any person who might be to blame for your decision, would despise you for it afterwards!"
"A boy in the first flush of his youth," Abbé Edgeworth said, his fine jaws squared with a grin, "might throw away a kingdom for some woman who took his fancy, and whom he could not have perhaps, unless he did throw his kingdom away. And after he had done it he would hate the woman. But a young man in his strength doesn't do such things!"
"A king who hasn't spirit to be a king!" Madame de Ferrier mocked.
I mercilessly faced her down.