[No tale or indulgence of any triumphs? Don't look disappointed, Lawrence. Monsieur Orange is of a finer cloth. Any stains acquired in the heat of passion are kept out of sight. Now that he has allowed himself to think this much on the subject Blanc imagines what kind of a form is hidden beneath his clothes. How is his swordplay? Courage man.]

You have heard correctly. From the beaches to the countryside a man can rest at ease. I may purchase land.

[They take to a table only then does he remove his hat.]

There will be enough left from there to live off of. Yourself? Perhaps jewels for the ladyship?