He bowed, but not low, and it was clear he was bent upon a struggle. He was confounded by the Queen’s presence--he could not guess why she should have come; and that she was prepared for what she saw was clear. “And brought an eloquent pleader with you?” She made a scornful gesture towards Angèle. “Nay, your Majesty; the lady’s zeal outran my own, and crossed the threshold first.” The Queen’s face wore a look that Leicester had never seen on it before, and he had observed it in many moods. “You found the lady here, then?” “With monsieur, alone. Seeing she was placed unfortunately, I offered to escort her hence to her father. But your Majesty came upon the moment.” There was a ring of triumph in Leicester’s voice. No doubt, by some chance, the Queen had become aware of Angèle’s presence, he thought. Fate had forestalled the letter he had already written on this matter, and meant to send her within the hour. Chance had played into his hands with perfect suavity. The Queen, less woman now than queen, enraged by the information got he knew not how, had come at once to punish the gross breach of her orders and a dark misconduct--so he thought. The Queen’s look, as she turned it on Angèle, apparently had in it what must have struck terror to even a braver soul than that of the helpless Huguenot girl. “And it is thus you spend the hours of night? God’s faith, but you are young to be so wanton!” she cried, in a sharp voice. “Get you from my sight, and out of my kingdom as fast as horse and ship may carry you, as feet may bear you.” Leicester’s face lighted to hear. “Your high Majesty,” pleaded the girl, dropping on her knees, “I am innocent. As God lives, I am innocent.” “The man, then, only is guilty?” the Queen rejoined, with scorn. “Is it innocent to be here at night, my palace gates shut, with your lover--alone?” Leicester laughed at the words. “Your Majesty, oh, your gracious Majesty, hear me. We were not alone--not alone--” There was a rustle of curtains, a heavy footstep, and Lemprière of Rozel staggered into the room. De la Forêt ran to help him, and, throwing an arm around him, almost carried him towards the couch. Lemprière, however, slipped from De la Forêt’s grasp to his knees on the floor before the Queen. “Not alone, your high and sacred Majesty--I am here--I have been here through all. I was here when mademoiselle came, brought hither by trick of some knave not fit to be your immortal Majesty’s subject. I speak the truth, for I am butler to your Majesty, and no liar. I am Lemprière of Rozel.”