"Monsieur de la Foret," she said, "I do not recognise you in this attire"-- glancing towards his dress.
De la Foret bowed, and Elizabeth continued, looking at a paper in her hand: "You landed on our shores of Jersey in the robes of a priest of France.

The passport for a priest of France was found upon your person when our officers in Jersey made search of you.

Which is yourself--Michel de la Foret, soldier, or a priest of France ?" De la Foret replied gravely that he was a soldier, and that the priestly dress had been but a disguise.
"In which papist attire, methinks, Michel de la Foret, soldier and Huguenot, must have been ill at ease--the eagle with the vulture's wing.
What say you, Monsieur ?" "That vulture's wing hath carried me to a safe dove-cote, your gracious Majesty," he answered, with a low obeisance.
"I'm none so sure of that, Monsieur," was Elizabeth's answer, and she glanced quizzically at Leicester, who made a gesture of annoyance.
"Our cousin France makes you to us a dark intriguer and conspirator, a dangerous weed in our good garden of England, a 'troublous, treacherous violence'-- such are you called, Monsieur." "I am in your high Majesty's power," he answered, "to do with me as it seemeth best.

If your Majesty wills it that I be returned to France, I pray you set me upon its coast as I came from it, a fugitive.

Thence will I try to find my way to the army and the poor stricken people of whom I was.