You come from France ?" Lempriere flushed to his hair--the Queen did not know him, then! "From Jersey Isle, your sacred Majesty." "Jersey Isle is dear to us.

And what is your warrant here ?" "I am butler to your Majesty, by your gracious Majesty's patent, and I alone may have dove-cotes in the isle; and I only may have the perquage-on your Majesty's patent.

It is not even held by De Carteret of St.Ouen's." The Queen smiled as she had not smiled since she entered the presence-chamber.

"God preserve us," she said--"that I should not have recognised you! It is, of course, our faithful Lempriere of Rozel." The blood came back to the Seigneur's heart, but he did not dare look up yet, and he did not see that Elizabeth was in rare mirth at his words; and though she had no ken or memory of him, she read his nature and was mindful to humour him.

Beckoning Leicester to her side, she said a few words in an undertone, to which he replied with a smile more sour than sweet.
"Rise, Monsieur of Rozel," she said.
The Seigneur stood up, and met her gaze faintly.