The young King looked tenderly at Mademoiselle Mancini, who gave him a glance quite as tender in return—not, however, unobserved. His mother had been for some time past a displeased spectator of a predilection which might become dangerous.

We list to the trumpings that herald the storm, To the roll of the drum, and the order to form!

the fust of old books & older cheese / nobody loves gossip like these salaried dudes

The scheme made a tidy profit.