For once the Seigneur had a burst of inspiration.

He saw that Angele was in the shadow, and that De la Foret had not observed her.

He determined that the lovers should meet alone.
"Your arm, De la Foret," he grunted.
"I'll get me to the bed in yonder room--'tis easier than this couch." "Two hours ago you could not bear the bed, and must get you to the couch--and now! Seigneur, do you know the weight you are ?" he added, laughing, as he stooped, and helping Lempriere gently to his feet, raised him slowly in his arms and went heavily with him to the bedroom.
Angele watched him with a strange thrill of timid admiration and delight.

Surely it could not be that Michel--her Michel--could be bought from his allegiance by any influence on earth.

There was the same old simple laugh on his lips, as, with chaffing words, he carried the huge Seigneur to the other room.