[#] Nov. 20.
I do not quite see what difference the abdication will make. Guy must still remain Regent for several years, and the only change is that he will govern for his step-son instead of his brother-in-law. And I feel a little jealous that Lady Sybil should be passed by. She, not her son, is the next heir of the crown. Why must she be the subject of her own child, who ought to be hers? I really feel vexed about it; and so does Guy, I am sure, though he says nothing—at least to me. As to Lady Sybil herself, she is so meek and gentle, that if a beggar in the street were put over her head, I believe she would kneel to do her homage without a cloud on her sweet face.
However, I felt at liberty to say what I thought to Amaury, though I seldom do it without being annoyed by his answer. And certainly I was now.
"She! She's a woman," said Messire Amaury. "What does a woman know about governing?"
"What does a baby know?" said I.
"Oh, but he will be a man some day," answered Amaury.
"But Guy will govern in either case," I replied, trying not to be angry with him.
He is so silly, and he thinks himself so supremely wise! I do believe, the more foolish people are, the wiser they think themselves.
"Ha!" said he. "Saving your presence, Damoiselle Elaine, I am not so sure that Guy knows much about it."
"Amaury, thou art an idiot!" cried I, quite unable to bear any longer.