And, in brief, Monsieur, the Governor is to have you under arrest and send you to England.

God knows why two Queens make such a pother over a fellow with naught but a sword and a lass to love him--though, come to think, 'a man's a man if he have but a hose on his head,' as the proverb runs." De la Foret smiled, then looked grave, as he caught sight of Angele's face.

"'Tis arrest, then ?" he asked.
"'Tis come willy nilly," answered the Seigneur.

"And once they've forced you from my doors, I'm for England to speak my mind to the Queen.

I can make interest for her presence--I hold court office," he added with puffing confidence.
Angele looked up at him with quick tears, yet with a smile on her lips.
"You are going to England for Michel's sake ?" she said in a low voice.
"For Michel, or for you, or for mine honour, what matter, so that I go!" he answered, then added: "there must be haste to Rozel, friend, lest the Governor take Lempriere's guest like a potato-digger in the fields." Putting spurs to his horse, he cantered heavily away, not forgetting to wave a pompous farewell to Angele.