Then she read Sir William Belward's letter, and afterwards Captain Maudsley's.
"It has all come at once," she said: "the girl and these! What will you do?
Give 'the woman' up for the honour of the Master of the Hounds ?" The tone was bitter, exasperating.

Gaston was patient.
"What do you think, Andree ?" "It has only begun," she said.

"Wait, King of Ys.

Read that other letter." Her eyes were fascinated by the black border.

He opened it with a strange slowness.