For me. Um! the King's pardon for Don Caesar; it will not suit the first minister's policy that this should arrive at present. Boy, at the request of Don Cæsar, I admit you at once into my service.
Thanks, signor, to-morrow?
To-day he lives who dies, alas, for me. I cannot forsake him till to-morrow, signor, I shall be as devoted to your service as I am to his.
As thou pleasest. Go tell them at the hotel, yonder, in my name to serve a banquet, for at least twenty, and say to the Captain of the Guard, I would speak to him.
It is a desperate game I am playing, but the very thought of possessing the Queen brings memory back to the happy time when first I beheld and loved her.
"In Happy Moments."