"I thought your Majesty had been engaged."
"That is the very reason. If I had not, the case might have been different; but as it was, I only just saw a great many people that tried to kill me, and a great many that I tried to kill, and the smoke hid all the rest."
"A very satisfactory account of a battle, upon my word," cried M. de Mallet, smiling; "but other people saw more of your Majesty's acts than you did yourself; and they say, you performed prodigies of valour."
"It is very kind of them to say so," said Roderick, "for I am sure it is more than they know."
"Your Majesty's modesty wishes to throw a veil over your valour," observed Pauline, "but luckily it cannot be concealed."
"Your praises. Madam, would make any man a coxcomb," returned the Monarch: "I own I have not the courage to refuse commendations from your lips."
Pauline blushed—she fancied she had said too much, and now remained silent.
