"It is my policy," she answered quietly. "I am only a woman, and must trust to instinct. My lord, I will ask your advice about this matter."
"My advice?" he stammered, very pale.
"Yes. Supposing a great nobleman who had finely served His Majesty in '88—one whom His Majesty loved and trusted—had, in a moment of weakness, of temptation, betrayed him, and then, being remorseful, I think, left his service—supposing, I say, that this gentleman came forward now, with offers of help, should I not trust him?"
Shrewsbury stood mute.
"I think I should," said Mary softly. "He is an English gentleman, and he would not take advantage of my great difficulties to intrigue against me; he would not take advantage of my confidence to lead his people to join the French—am I not right?"
The Duke raised his head; his face was pitifully trembling.
"Your Majesty's generosity would not be misplaced," he answered hoarsely.
"I am glad you think so, my lord. I may trust him, then?"
"I pledge my life you may," said Shrewsbury ardently.
"Thank you, my lord—I shall find you at your town house?"