I am for you, man.' But Saint-Pol knelt and touched his knee.
'Sire, do me right, and I become your man!' So said Des Barres also.
Count John looked about him and wrung his hands.
'Heh, my lords! Heh, sirs! What shall I do now ?' He was liquid; fear and desire frittered his heart to water.
They held a great debate, all talking at once, except the subject of the bother.

He could only bite his nails and look out of the window.

To them, then, came creeping Alois of France, deadly pale, habited in the grey weeds of a nun.

How she got in, I know not; but they parted this way and that before her, and so she came very close to John in his chair, and touched him on the shoulder.

'What now, traitor ?' she said hoarsely.