'You unmade a King's marriage,' Margot wailed.
Katharine said—
'No! No!' She started and uttered the words loudly; she added pitifully, 'You do not understand! You do not understand!'
It was the more pitiful in that Margot understood very well. She hid her face again and only sobbed heavily and at long intervals, and then with many sobs at once. The Queen laid her white hand upon the girl's head. Her other still played with the chain.
'Christ be piteous to me,' she said. 'I think it had been better if I had never married the King.'
Margot uttered an indistinguishable sound.
'I think it had been better,' the Queen said; 'though I had jeoparded my immortal part.'
Margot moved her head up to cry out in her turn—
'No! No! You may not say it!'
Then she dropped her face again. When she heard the King coming back and breathing heavily, she stood up, and with huge tears on her red and crumpled face she looked out upon the fields as if she had never seen them before. An immense sob shook her. The King stamped his foot with rage, and then, because he was soft-hearted to them that he saw in sorrow, he put his hand upon her shoulder.