He greeted him therefore with more than usual affability, very much to Saint-Pol's concern.

Richard observed this, and suddenly remembered that he was doing the man what the man must certainly believe to be a cruel wrong.
'_Mort de Dieu!_ What am I about ?' his heart cried.

'I ought to be ashamed to look this fellow in the face, and here I am making a brother of him.' 'Saint-Pol,' he said immediately, 'I should like to speak with you.

I owe you that.' 'Your Grace's servant,' said Eudo, with a stiff reverence, 'when and where you will.' 'Follow me,' said Richard, 'as soon as you have done with all this foppery.' In about an hour's time he was obeyed.

After his fashion he took a straight plunge.
'Saint-Pol,' he said, 'I think you know where my heart is, whether here or elsewhere.