“Well, well, ‘give a man luck, and throw him into the sea,’ is the old proverb. I’m coming for your friend to-night.”
“I’ll be waiting with my fingers on the door, sir,” said Rozel, with a grim vanity and an outrageous pride in himself.
[V]
THE Seigneur of Rozel found De la Forêt at the house of M. Aubert. His face was flushed with hard riding, and perhaps the loving attitude of Michel and Angèle deepened it, for at the garden gate the lovers were saying adieu.
“You have come for Monsieur de la Forêt?” asked Angèle, anxiously. Her quick look at the seigneur’s face had told her there were things amiss.
“There’s commands from the Queen. They’re for the ears of De la Forêt,” said the seigneur.
“I will hear them, too,” said Angèle, her color going, her bearing determined.