"Oh, but, Margot!—he could not have meant himself."
"If he had not meant what he said, I should think he would have mentioned it," said Marguerite in her dry, quaint style.
"Well, a holy Apostle is different, of course," said I. "But it looks very odd to me, that anybody living now should fancy he never does wrong."
"Ah, the poor soul!" said Marguerite. "The good God knows better, if he do not."
CHAPTER VIII.
AS GOOD AS MOST PEOPLE.
The best way to see Divine light is to put out your own candle.
This morning the Lady Princess of Antioch visited the Lady Queen, and remained for the day, taking her departure only just before the gates were closed, for she preferred to camp out at night. She is quite young, and is a niece of the Lady Queen. After she was gone, we were talking about her in the bower, and from her we came to speak of the late Princess, her lord's mother.
"Pray do not talk of her!" said Lady Isabel. "She made herself a bye-word by her shameless behaviour."
"Only thoughtless," remonstrated Lady Sybil gently. "I never thought she deserved what was said of her."