Still at the same tapestry, then! My workers at the Gobelins must look to their laurels." He raised one border of the glossy roll, while she, having reseated herself, though not without a quick questioning glance at her companion, took the other end into her lap and continued her work.
"Yes, sire.

It is a hunting scene in your forests at Fontainebleau.
A stag of ten tines, you see, and the hounds in full cry, and a gallant band of cavaliers and ladies.

Has your Majesty ridden to-day ?" "No.

How is it, Francoise, that you have such a heart of ice ?" "I would it were so, sire.

Perhaps you have hawked, then ?" "No.