bear to be struck myself, sire, even by him who has my heart. But it is
hard to hear that one's brother has been wounded through the mouths of
valets and Huguenot soldiers for no fault of his, save that his sister
has loved too fondly."

"It is no time to speak of such things."

"When can I see you, then, sire?"

"In your chamber."

"At what hour?"

"At four."

"Then I shall trouble your Majesty no further." She swept him one of
the graceful courtesies for which she was famous, and turned away down a
side passage with triumph shining in her eyes. Her beauty and her
spirit had never failed her yet, and now that she had the monarch's
promise of an interview she never doubted that she could do as she had
done before, and win back the heart of the man, however much against the
conscience of the king.



CHAPTER IV.


THE FATHER OF HIS PEOPLE.