Was it not ten years only since he had been at Court! "Be assured, Monsieur, that I know how to prize the man who speaks after the light given him.

I know that you are a brave and valorous gentleman.
I must thank you most truly and heartily, but, Monsieur, you and yours are not for me.

Seek elsewhere, among your own people, in your own religion and language and position, the Mistress of Rozel." He was dumfounded.

Now he comprehended the plain fact that he had been declined.
"You send me packing!" he blurted out, getting red in the face.
"Ah, no! Say it is my misfortune that I cannot give myself the great honour," she said; in her tone a little disdainful dryness, a little pity, a little feeling that here was a good friend lost.
"It's not because of the French soldier that was with Montgomery at Domfront ?--I've heard that story.

But he's gone to heaven, and 'tis vain crying for last year's breath," he added, with proud philosophy.
"He is not dead.