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"Say that you will prescribe privately, to me: and that her Grace's health is indeed delicate, but not gravely impaired.... You understand?" Robin nodded, passing his sleeve over his eyes. The woman touched the Queen's shoulder to rouse her, and Mr. Bourgoign opened the door. "And now, sir," said Mr.
"You said Mr. Melville." "Mr. Melville is a Protestant, mistress; but he is very well devoted to her Grace, and has done as Mr. Bourgoign wished." "Why must her Grace have a priest at once? Surely for a few days " He glanced up at her, and she, conscious of her own falseness, thought he looked astonished. Alban is spent with his travelling." "They mean to kill her, mistress.
"You must sit down, M. de Préau," he said, "and speak slowly, or I shall not understand one word. Tell me precisely what I must do. I am here to obey orders no more. I have no design in my head at all. I will do what Mr. Bourgoign and yourself decide." It was pathetic to watch the little priest.
Bourgoign himself, telling him that he had news that Mr. Beale, the Clerk of the Council, was to arrive some time that week, and that this presaged the approach of the end. He would, therefore, do his utmost within the next few days to approach Sir Amyas and ask for the admission of the young herbalist who had done her Grace so much good at Chartley.
Bourgoign in person, the two walked on to the great gates of the park, where they took an affectionate farewell within hearing of the sentry, the apothecary promising to see Sir Amyas that night and to communicate with his friend in the morning.
He was in a torment of mind as to what he should say of his own adventure at Chartley. On the one side it was plain that no rumour of the tale must get abroad or he would never be able to come to her again; on the other side, no word had come from Mr. Bourgoign, though two months had passed.
"There is no more to be said, sir," said the Queen, closing her eyes again. "But what do I know of this fellow? How can I tell he is what he professes to be?" barked Sir Amyas. "Then you should never have admitted him at all," said the Queen, opening her eyes again. "And I will do the best that I can " "But, madam, your health is my care; and Mr. Bourgoign here tells me "
He had heard that Mary occasionally rode abroad, and he hoped perhaps to get speech with her that way; but what he had heard from the clerk and others showed him that this small degree of liberty was now denied to the Queen. In some way or another he must get news of Mr. Bourgoign. Beyond that he knew nothing. The great gates of Chartley were closed as the two came up to them.
He added that if any question were to be raised as to why he had been so long in the place, and why, indeed, he had come at all, he was to answer fearlessly that Mr. Bourgoign had sent for him. On the Sunday night Robin could not sleep.
Yet all this was sheer conjecture; and, as the old man came near, he saw there was something besides kindliness in the eyes that met his own. He saluted boldly and deferentially. "Mr. Bourgoign," he said in a low voice, "I must speak five minutes with you. And I ask you to make as if you were my friend." The old man stiffened like a watch-dog. It was plain that he was on his guard.
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