"I'd say this has the aspect of a highly agreeable adventure," observed Arafrantz.
"I believe so as well; but I fear you will go alone to the ball of the Duke Fighetto."
"MHmm," muttered Arafrantz, noncommittally.
"And there is no question but that my lady is of the highest aristocracy," continued Réginard. "Her Sindarin is exquisite, without a single sylvanism even in the liquid mutation – and you know how poorly educated are the elves of mezzo cito" (for so the bourgeoisie are designated).
"You have met your destiny," said Arafrantz, returning the billet-doux.
"Laugh all you want; but I think I'm in love. I adore Galadrona, and I'm developing a marked interest in archaeology."
"At this rate, I expect that after two or three such adventures you will become a leading member of the Accademia Sindarina dell'Arte."
