Anne drew up, as she always did, when anything touched her pride.
She blushed, and that she might not answer, clasped her beautiful hands till her sharp nails almost pierced them.
“That man has sagacity, honor and wit, not to mention likewise that he is a man of undoubted resolution. You know something about him, do you not, madame? I shall tell him, therefore, and in doing so I shall confer a personal favor on him, how he is mistaken in regard to me. What is proposed to me would be, in fact, almost an abdication, and an abdication requires reflection.”
“An abdication?” repeated Anne; “I thought, sir, that it was kings alone who abdicated!”