"As if
a few paltry coins could make up for my jar! I'll be bound, for
my part, that this idle wench was romping and playing with--"
"Come, come; you have made her cry enough!" the King
interrupted--and, indeed, the girl was sobbing so passionately
that a man could not listen without pain. "Let her go, I say,
and do you attend to Sully. You have forgotten that it is New
Year's Day--"
"A jar of majolica," the Queen cried, Utterly disregarding him,
"worth your body and soul, you little slut!"
"Pooh! pooh!" the King said.
"Do you think that I brought it from Florence, all the way in my
own--"
"Nightcap," the King muttered. "There, there, sweetheart," he
continued, aloud, "let the girl go!"
"Of course! She is a girl," the Queen cried, with a sneer.
"That is enough for you!"
"Well, madam, she is not the only one in the room," I ventured.
"Oh, of course?, you are the King's echo!"
"Run away, little one," Henry said, winking to me to be silent.
"And consider yourself lucky," the Queen cried, venomously.
Pages:
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269