Steadfast she kept her soul unspotted; but it wore away her life.

The Queen would not permit return to Rouen--who can tell what tale was told her by one whom she foiled?
And so she stayed.

In this slow, savage persecution, when she was like a bird that, thinking it is free, flieth against the window-pane and falleth back beaten, so did she stay, and none could save her.

To cry out, to throw herself upon the spears, would have been ruin of herself, her husband and her child; and for these she lived." Elizabeth's eyes had kindled.

Perhaps never in her life had the life at Court been so exposed to her.