"By your majesty’s leave," d’Avaux said, "If we interpret L’Emmerdeur ’s statement literally, it will only amount to something banal. I have no doubt that he was merely trying to impress some whore he met once in Paris." And he could not prevent his eyes from flicking at Eliza for just a moment as he said this; but then he returned his attention to the King. "I was, rather, attempting to make a more general statement about all the enemies of France, and what moves them." He backed away one step, turned, and swept his arm up and out towards a corner of the painted ceiling, where Pandora was opening up her Box (in—come to think of it—an odd reminder of the box-opening scene that had just played out on the ballroom floor) to release a flood of demonic Vices. Pandora had been painted, as everyone knew, to resemble Mary, the usurper Queen of England. The foremost of the Vices rushing out of her box was green-eyed Envy, who had been made to resemble Sophie of Hanover. It was to Envy that d’Avaux now drew the King’s attention. "That, your majesty, is the lady love, not only of L’Emmerdeur —who is after all a nobody—but also of all the Dutch and English. Envy is what inspires their chivalrous acts."