As for darling Lady Sybil, I love her better and better every day. I do not wonder at Guy.
Of Guy himself I see very little. He is Regent of the kingdom, and too busy to attend to any thing.
"Marguerite," I said, "what is grace?"
"Does my Damoiselle mean the grace of the good God?"
I nodded.
"I think it is help," she answered.
"But what sort of help?"
"The sort we need at the minute."
"But I do not quite understand," said I. "We get grace when we receive the good Lord; but we do not get help. Help for what?"
"If my Damoiselle does not feel that she needs help, perhaps that is the reason why she does not get it."