We must try them younger.

It is all so near, yet, strangely it escapes us.

Well, Poitou, I shall come in a little when I have finished with this lady.

Tell De Sille to expect me." Poitou bowed respectfully and was withdrawing, too well trained to smile or even lift his eyes to where Sybilla stood by the window.
His master appeared to recollect himself.
"A moment, Poitou--there are some troublesome people of the city rabble at the door.

Bid the guard turn out, and thrust them away.