“She? Who?”
“The mare, sire. She performs at Islington.”
“Your Majesty,” said the Lord Privy Seal very softly, “shall we thank Sir Charles and proceed to the order of the day?”
“Bom-bom!” said Schomberg under his breath.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
“What was that?”
“Madam, it was the snow falling from the roof.”
“Methought it was a footstep.”
“No, madam.”
“There, heard you it not—the sound of some one running?”