The Lighted Match

The Pretender sat silent, frightened, vacillating.

"And," went on Jusseret calmly, "there was one other suggestion which I

shall make, if Your Majesty will permit me the liberty."

"What?"

"Touching Your Majesty's marriage--"

"Yes--Marie is also in some hurry about that. What is the devilish

haste? One can be married at any time."

Monsieur Jusseret rose and began drawing on his gloves.

"Of course if Your Majesty sees fit, a morganatic marriage with the

Countess Astaride would be entirely advisable--but for the Queen of

Galavia, Europe will insist on a stronger alliance; on a union with more

royal blood."

Louis came to his feet in astonishment.

"You dare suggest that?" he exclaimed. "You, who have been her ally and

used her aid!"

"Pardon me--I suggest nothing. I repeat to Your Majesty, as the very

humble mouthpiece of France, the sentiment of the governments, without

whose recognition your dynasty can hardly stand."