Seeing she was placed unfortunately, I offered to escort her hence to her father.

But your Majesty came upon the moment." There was a ring of triumph in Leicester's voice.

No doubt, by some chance, the Queen had become aware of Angele's presence, he thought.
Fate had forestalled the letter he had already written on this matter and meant to send her within the hour.

Chance had played into his hands with perfect suavity.

The Queen, less woman now than Queen, enraged by the information got he knew not how, had come at once to punish the gross breach of her orders and a dark misconduct-so he thought.
The Queen's look, as she turned it on Angele, apparently had in it what must have struck terror to even a braver soul than that of the helpless Huguenot girl.
"So it is thus you spend the hours of night?
God's faith, but you are young to be so wanton!" she cried in a sharp voice.