in a smile, for she was warmed with the luxury
of doing good, and she answered:

"I know not what the end of this will be, whether our loyal Lempriere
will become a pirate or Buonespoir a butler to my Court; but it is too
pretty a hazard to forego in a world of chance. By the rood, but I have
never, since I sat on my father's throne, seen black so white as I have
done this past three months. You shall have your Buonespoir, good Rozel;
but if he plays pirate any more--tell him this from his Queen--upon an
English ship, I will have his head, if I must needs send Drake of Devon
to overhaul him."

That same hour the Queen sent for Angele, and by no leave, save her
own, arranged the wedding-day, and ordained that it should take place at
Southampton, whither the Comtesse de Montgomery had come on her way
to Greenwich to plead for the life of Michel de la Foret, and to beg
Elizabeth to relieve her poverty. Both of which things Elizabeth did, as
the annals of her life record.

After Elizabeth--ever self-willed--had declared her way about the
marriage ceremony, looking for no reply save that of silent obedience,
she made Angele sit at her feet and tell her whole story again from
first to last. They were alone, and Elizabeth showed to this young
refugee more of her own heart than any other woman had ever seen. Not by
words alone, for she made no long story; but once she stooped and kissed
Angele upon the cheek, and once her eyes filled up with tears, and they
dropped upon her lap unheeded. All the devotion shown herself as a woman
had come to naught; and it may be that this thought stirred in her now.
She remembered how Leicester and herself had parted, and how she was
denied all those soft resources of regret which were the right of
the meanest women in her realm. For, whatever she might say to her
Parliament and people, she knew that all was too late--that she would
never marry and that she must go childless and uncomforted to her grave.
Years upon years of delusion of her people, of sacrifice to policy, had
at last become a self-delusion, to which her eyes were not full opened
yet--she sought to shut them tight. But these refugees, coming at the
moment of her own struggle, had changed her heart from an ever-growing
bitterness to human sympathy. When Angele had ended her tale once more,
the Queen said:

"God knows, ye shall not linger in my Court. Such lives have no place
here. Get you back to my Isle of Jersey, where ye m