"The Scottish officer, General Charteris, is with her!"
"Ah! He has recovered from his wounds?"
"I should have thought not! I have been doing my best, your Highness. Two days ago he was too weak to mount a horse. But the eyes of an Archduchess, your Highness, are a very potent salve!"
Again the Elector frowned.
"Can you make anything of this escapade?"
The Jesuit returned the look in the Elector's eyes. Each seemed to search the other's.
"Whatever it was meant to be it has been frustrated, and your Highness will find her submissive enough to-morrow."
"But if she has given herself...."
"Your Highness need not fear. She has but walked into one mouse-trap and the Scot into another."
Maximilian simply grumbled a dissatisfied "H'm!" His knowledge of the Jesuits and their deep schemes was tempered by an insatiable jealousy where the Archduchess was concerned, and a knowledge of the wiles of women, which he deemed must be superior to that of any Jesuit but one, that one being Father Lamormain.