"And faith, the lieutenant asks for her as well as the lands," said the king.
Hortense had turned very white and moved a little forward.
"We may not disturb our loyal subject's possession. What does Osmond's daughter say?" questioned the king.
Then Hortense took her fate in her hands.
"Your Majesty," she said, "if Osmond's daughter did not want the lands, it would not be necessary to disturb the lieutenant."
"And who would find a husband for a portionless bride?" asked King Charles.
"May it please Your Majesty," began Hortense; but the words trembled unspoken on her lips.
There was a flutter among the ladies. The queen turned and rose. A half-startled look of comprehension came to her face. And out stepped Mistress Hortense from the group behind.
"Your Majesties," she stammered, "I do not want the lands——"
"Nor the lieutenant," laughed the king.