"If you were but a man, and not--" he said, then stopped short, for there was that in the Queen's face which changed his purpose.

Anger was shaking her, but there were tears in her eyes.

The woman in her was stronger than the Queen.

It was nothing to her at this moment that she might have his life as easily as she had struck his face with her glove; this man had once shown the better part of himself to her, and the memory of it shamed her for his own sake now.
She made a step towards the door, then turned and spoke: "My Lord, I have no palace and no ground wherein your footstep will not be trespass.

Pray you, remember." She turned towards Lempriere, who lay on his couch faint and panting.
"For you, my Lord of Rozel, I wish you better health, though you have lost it somewhat in a good cause." Her glance fell on De la Foret.