Nor did the King name her.

He rose and approached me, looking full in my face.
"You are neither a husband nor a lover ?" he asked.
"Neither, sir." "You know Mistress Quinton ?" "Yes, sir." He was close to me now, and he whispered to me as he had whispered to the King in the Council Chamber.
"With my favour and such a lady for his wife, a gentleman might climb high." I heard the words, and I could not repress a start.

At last the puzzle was pieced, and my part plain.

I knew now the work I was to do, the price of the reward I was to gain.

Had he said it a month before, when I was not yet trained to self-control and concealment, King as he was, I would have drawn my sword on him.