'Why,' she said, 'listen! I know that each day ye do things to pleasure me, things prodigal or such little things as giving me pouncet boxes. But you will find--and a woman, quean or queen, knows it well--that to take the full pleasure of her lover's surprises well, she must have an easy mind. And to have an easy mind she must have granted her the little, little boons she asketh.' He reflected ponderously upon this point and at last, with a sort of peasant's gravity, nodded his head. 'For,' she said, 'if a woman is to take pleasure she must guess at what you men have done for her. And if she be to guess pleasurably, she must have a clear mind. And if I am to have a clear mind I must have a maiden consoled with a husband.' Henry seated himself carefully in the great chair of the small pavilion. He spread out his knees, blinked at the view and when, having cast a look round to see that Norfolk was gone--for it did not suit her that he should see on what terms she was with the King--she seated herself on a little foot-pillow at his feet, he set a great hand upon her head. She leaned her arms across over his knees, and looked up at him appealingly. 'I do take it,' he said, 'that I must make some man rich to wed some poor maid.' 'Oh, Solomon!' she said. 'And I do take it,' he continued with gravity, 'that this maid is thy maid Margot.' 'How know you that?' she said. 'I have observed her,' he maintained gravely. 'Why, you could not well miss her,' she answered. 'She is as big as a plough-ox.' 'I have observed,' he said--and he blinked his little eyes as if, pleasurably, she were, with her words, whispering around his head. 'I have observed that ye affected her.' 'Why, she likes me well. She is a good wench--and to-day she tore my hair.' 'Then that is along of a man?' he asked. 'Didst not stick thy needle in her arm? Or wilto be quit of her?' She rubbed her chin. 'Why, if she wed, I mun be quit of her,' she said, as if she had never thought of that thing. He answered-- 'Assuredly; for ye may not part man and lawful wife were you seven times Queen.' 'Why,' she said, 'I have little pleasure in Margot as she is.' 'Then let her go,' he answered. 'But I am a very lonely Queen,' she said, 'for you are much absent.' He reflected pleasurably. 'Thee wouldst have about thee a little company of well-wishers?' 'So that they be those thou lovest well,' she said. 'Why, thy maid contents me,' he answered. He reflected slowly. 'We must give her man a post about thee,' he uttered triumphantly. 'Why, trust thee to pleasure me,' she said. 'You will find out a way always.' He scrubbed her nose gently with his heavy finger. 'Who is the man?' he said. 'What ruffler?' 'I think it is the Magister Udal,' she answered. Henry said--