They saw that she was scarlet with indignation whenever the Cardinal's name was mentioned.

They heard her thank Heaven that she had but one son, because if she had had a second he must have been an ecclesiastic, and as vile as priests always were.

They witnessed the daily contumely which she heaped upon poor Viglius, both because he was a friend of Granvelle and was preparing in his old age to take orders.

The days were gone, indeed, when Margaret was so filled with respectful affection for the prelate, that she could secretly correspond with the Holy Father at Rome, and solicit the red hat for the object of her veneration.

She now wrote to Philip, stating that she was better informed as to affairs in the Netherlands than she had ever formerly been.