"My Lord," she said to Leicester, on whose face gloom had settled, "you will tell the Lord Chamberlain that Monsieur de la Foret's durance must be made comfortable in the west tower of my palace till chapel-going of Trinity Day.

I will send him for his comfort and instruction some sermons of Latimer." She stepped down from the dais.

"You will come with me, mistress," she said to Angele, and reached out her hand.
Angele fell on her knees and kissed it, tears falling down her cheek, then rose and followed the Queen from the chamber.

She greatly desired to look backward towards De la Foret, but some good angel bade her not.
She realised that to offend the Queen at this moment might ruin all; and Elizabeth herself was little like to offer chance for farewell and love-tokens.
So it was that, with bowed head, Angele left the room with the Queen of England, leaving Lempriere and De la Foret gazing at each other, the one bewildered, the other lost in painful reverie, and Leicester smiling maliciously at them both..