"Then who would you prefer to marry?"
"No one."
D'Alen ç on gazed at her as though confounded by a folly he could not probe. Pressing an icy hand to a forehead which ached to distraction, he went out again, and this time did not return.
Marguerite remained in unquiet thought until a messenger arrived from the queen-mother requesting that she would accompany her on a pilgrimage to the Cemetery of the Innocents.
"Yes," she said at once, and ordered her horse.
She joined a gay group of about twenty, among whom were the king, and the queen-mother, with Tavannes at her side. Henry of Navarre, for whom she looked, was not there.
But her glance met that of Madame de Sauve, and she understood that Henry's mistress had something she would be glad of an opportunity to say. So they waited their
