She lowered her eyes, patted the strong arched neck of her horse, and added—
"I have seen my Lord Shrewsbury and my Lord Manchester, and laboured to strengthen them in your cause." She smiled. "They are discontented already."
"Does it matter?" asked William.
"A vast deal. You must, sir, try to please the English more; they do not love you."
"Then I cannot make them."
She raised her eyes again.
"Perhaps you do not quite understand us—the English—though you have known a many by now——"
"I do not even understand you, Madam," he answered, "save that you have done great services to the cause I stand for, and for that," he added earnestly, "you must not think me ungrateful. Some day I may be able to share prosperity with my friends."
He said the last sentence with a warmth yet a simplicity wholly charming. Miss Villiers paled and averted her eyes.
"What use is my advice!" she exclaimed bitterly. "What use am I!"