But that is a matter for the Church to judge of, and I must speak of it no more.

Certainly it is hard to be angry with any of you.

What did you say that Morella promised you when he asked you to marry him in London ?" "Your Majesty, he promised that he would lift me high, perhaps even"-- and she hesitated--"to that seat in which you sit." Isabella frowned, then laughed, and said, as she looked her up and down: "You would fit it well, better than I do in truth.

But what else did he say ?" "Your Majesty, he said that not every one loves the king, his uncle; that he had many friends who remembered that his father was poisoned by the father of the king, who was Morella's grandfather; also, that his mother was a princess of the Moors, and that he might throw in his lot with theirs, or that there were other ways in which he could gain his end." "So, so," said the queen.

"Well, though he is such a good son of the Church, and my lord is so fond of him, I never loved Morella, and I thank you for your warning.