Caravaggio The Inspiration of Saint Matthew

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duke often mused on his good luck in marrying her. If it wasn't for the engine of her ambition he'd be just another local lord, with nothing much to do but hunt, drink and exercise his droit de , he was now just a step away from the throne, and might soon be monarch of all he surveyed.
Provided that all he surveyed was trees. He sighed.
'Cut what down?' said Lady Felmet, icily.
'Oh, the treesas captain of the duke's personal bodyguard, was as efficient a killer as a psychotic mongoose. He would have been her choice. It annoyed her to be temporarily deprived of a chance to fault her husband, but she rallied quite well.
'He wouldn't have needed to go out at all, if only you'd listened to me. But you never d,' said the duke.'What have trees got to do with it?''Well. . . there are such a lot of them,' said the duke, with feeling.'Don't change the subject!''Sorry, my sweet.''What I said was, how could you have been so stupid as to let them get away? I told you that servant was far too loyal. You can't trust someone like that.''No, my love.''You didn't by any chance consider sending someone after them, I suppose?''Bentzen, my dear. And a couple of guards.''Oh.' The duchess paused. Bentzen, o.'
'Do what, my passion?'