"Then where dost thou find thy locked book, Margot?"
I was still more astonished at the answer.
"If my Damoiselle pleases,—the Lady Isabel."
"O Margot! I think she is quite easy to read."
"I am mistaken," said Marguerite with quiet persistence, "if my Damoiselle has yet read one page of that volume."
"Now I should have called the Regent a locked book," said I.
"Hardly, if my Damoiselle pleases. There is a loose leaf which peeps out."
"Well, that romance is not a pleasant one," said I.
"Pleasant? Ha!—no. But it is long, and one cannot see the end of the story before one comes to it."
At last, a letter has come from the Regent.