This woman has come back again into England for the purpose of conspiring against my life.

I hold this serpent in my hands.

Well, I call you, and say to you: Friend Felton, John, my child, guard me, and more particularly guard yourself, against this woman.

Swear, by your hopes of salvation, to keep her safely for the chastisement she has merited.

John Felton, I trust your word! John Felton, I put faith in your loyalty!" "My Lord," said the young officer, summoning to his mild countenance all the hatred he could find in his heart, "my Lord, I swear all shall be done as you desire." Milady received this look like a resigned victim; it was impossible to imagine a more submissive or a more mild expression than that which prevailed on her beautiful countenance.