Is my house to be the sport of Anjou?
Is that long son of pirates and the devil to batten on our pastures, tread underfoot, bruise and blacken, rout as he will, break hedge and away?
By my father's soul, Eustace, I shall see her righted.' He turned to the still girl.

'You tell me that you sent him away?
Where did you send him?
Where did he go ?' 'He went to the King of England at Louviers, and to the camp,' said Jehane.

'The King sent for him.

I sent him not.' 'Who is there beside the King of England ?' 'Madame Alois of France is there.' The Count of Saint-Pol put his tongue in his cheek.
'Oho!' he said, 'Oho! That is how it stands?
So she is to be cuckoo, hey ?' He sat square and intent for a moment or two, working his mouth like a man who chews a straw.

Then he slapped his big hand on his knee, and rose up.