"What are titles, testaments, etiquettes to us! I am only great so long as you trust and honour me."
"Your power might appear precarious."
"As you will."
"Yet war is loose!"
He looked round upon the sea of men that rolled on every hand.
"And war at its worst. I have seen enough in three days to make me loathe your partisans and their principles."
"Perhaps."
"It is a wicked and inhuman business."
"What are you going to do with me?" she said.
"Remove you from the hands of butchers and offal-mongers; put you like a pearl in a casket in my own castle of Gambrevault."