This mistrust annoyed her.

Did they think her incapable of keeping a secret?
She said bitterly: "Tell me what you have concluded and ordained.

I could keep a much greater secret than that."[1032] [Footnote 1032: Jean Chartier, _Chronique_, vol.i, pp.

74, 75.

Very doubtful.] And refusing to sit down she walked to and fro in the room.
My Lord the Bastard deemed it well to avoid exasperating her by telling her the truth.