"So! so!" he said, with a contemptuous laugh.
Michel de la Foret's fingers twitched.

He quickly stepped in front of Angele, and answered: "What is your business here, my lord ?" Leicester languorously took off a glove, and seemed to stifle a yawn in it; then said: "I came to take you into my service, to urge upon you for your own sake to join my troops, going upon duty in the North; for I fear that if you stay here the Queen Mother of France will have her way.

But I fear I am too late.

A man who has sworn himself into service d'amour has no time for service de la guerre." "I will gladly give an hour from any service I may follow to teach the Earl of Leicester that he is less a swordsman than a trickster." Leicester flushed, but answered coolly: "I can understand your chagrin.
You should have locked your door.

It is the safer custom." He bowed lightly towards Angele.