The king consulted him secretly in many important affairs, and I was sure that if the good Doctor should be called in by his Majesty in the Dunkirk affair, the stars would tell a story in accord with our desires if we made it to Lilly's interest.
However, all of that must wait for the Abbe du Boise.

Of one thing I was sure; I must tell Frances at once so that she might be paving the way to the king with her smiles.

It would be a disagreeable task, but I knew she would do it gladly, and I also knew that no woman could do it better.
While I had expressed my doubts to Frances concerning Hamilton's emigration to Canada, I had not felt entirely sure there was nothing in it, and she, womanlike, taking the worst for granted, had accepted it as true.

But the coming of the Abbe du Boise changed everything, and when I saw her at her father's house and told her of my suspicions, and showed her Le Blanc's letter, she was so greatly alarmed that she said she would rather know that George had gone to Canada than to fear his return to England under the circumstances.
"The dastardly king will take his life if he comes," she said.
"I admit the danger," I answered, as hopefully as possible, "but I believe, if George comes, he will be able to take care of himself." "Danger!" she exclaimed.

"It is certain death! George will find no mercy." "If he is caught," I answered.