“I’ll prove my love by acts, then!”
“By what acts?”
“By fighting for you or suffering for you, dying for you or living for you, as you may command.”
“You can prove it thus. Say, ‘Long live the King!’”
He gazed at her a moment. “No,” he said.
“Say, ‘Long live the King!’” She went to the door, and paused on the threshold, looking at him, as if to give him a last opportunity.
“Long live the King—” he said.
She came back from the door.
“Of France!” he added.