"Would they see me there twice!" said I. "Then, if not so, there is the other side. The chains, the torture-irons, the fire. You can choose, so: you tell, or you die. There is no more choice. Does Mademoiselle wonder that we came?" "No, indeed, Lucette. How could I? But that was in France. This is England. We are a different sort of people here." "You--yes. But the Church and the priests are the same everywhere. Everywhere! May the good God keep them from us!" "Why, Lucette! you are praying against the Prince, if it be as you say!" "Ah! would I then do harm to _Monseigneur le Prince_? Let him leave there the priests, and none shall be more glad to see him come than I. I love the right, always. But the priests! No, no." "But if it be right, Lucette?" "The good God knows what is right. But, Mademoiselle, can it be right to bring in the priests and the confessions?" "Is it not God who brings them, Lucette? We only bring the King. If the King choose to bring the priests--" "Ah! then the Lord will bring the fires. But the Lord bring the priests! The Lord shut up the preches and set up the mass? The Lord burn His poor servants, and clothe the servants of Satan in gold and scarlet? The Lord forbid His Word, and set up images? _Comment_, Mademoiselle! It would not be possible." "But, Lucette, the King has the right." "The Lord Christ has the right," said Lucette, solemnly. "Is it not He whose right it is? Mademoiselle, He stands before the King!" We heard Grandmamma saying good-night to my Uncle Charles at the foot of the stairs, and Lucette ran off to her chamber. I felt more plagued than ever. What _is_ right? Just then Annas and Flora came up; Annas grave but composed, Flora with a white face and red eyes. "O Cary, Cary!" She came and put her arms round me. "Pray for Angus; we shall never see him again. And he is not ready--he is not ready." "My poor Flora!" I said, and I did my best to soothe her. But Annas did better. "The Lord can make him ready," she said. "He healed the paralytic man, dear, as some have it, entirely for the faith of them that bore him. And surely the daughter of the Canaanitish woman could have no faith herself." "Pray for him, Annas!" sobbed Flora. "You have more faith than I." "I am not so hard tried--yet," was the grave reply. "You do not think Mr Keith in danger?" said I. "I think the Lord sitteth above the water-floods, Cary; and I would rather not look lower. Not till I must, and that may be very soon." "Annas," said I, "I wish you would tell me what right is. I do get so puzzled." "What puzzles you, Cary? Right is what God wills." "But would the Prince not have the right, if God did not will him to succeed?"