She felt herself a prisoner, and that the Queen had forgotten her debt.

She took to wandering to that part of the palace-grounds where she could see the windows of the tower her lover inhabited.

Her old habit of cheerful talk deserted her, and she brooded.

It was long before she heard of the duel between the Seigneur and Lord Leicester--the Duke's Daughter had kept this from her, lest she should be unduly troubled--and when, in anxiety, she went to the house where Lempriere had been quartered, he had gone, none could tell her whither.

Buonespoir was now in close confinement, by secret orders of Leicester, and not allowed to walk abroad; and thus with no friend save her father, now so much under the influence of the Earl, she was bitterly solitary.