“The Englishman?”
“The Prince James of Monmouth.”
The Duke heard his name and held back the curtain.
Sir Gabriel bowed.
“I await an audience with His Majesty, your Grace.”
The Englishman gave them both the sweet smile he had for every one.
“Ah, Sir Gabriel—I did not think to see you again, so soon——”
“Nor I, your Grace.”
“You come from the Prince of Orange?” asked Monmouth. He spoke in English, for he had no other language but a little imperfect French, and Florent, who could not understand what he said, dwelt on his glittering presence with a slow admiration.