The Austrian priest had no common language with Berenger but Latin.  He asked a few questions, and on hearing the answers, declared that the sacrament of marriage had been complete, but that—­as was often done in such cases—­he would once more hear the troth-plight of the young pair.  The brief formula was therefore at once exchanged—­the King, when the Queen looked entreatingly at him, rousing himself to make the bride over to Berenger.  As soon as the vows had been made, in the briefest manner, the King broke in boisterously:  ’There, you are twice marred, to please Madame there; but hold your tongues all of you about this scene in the play.’

Then almost pushing Eustacie over to Berenger, he added, ’There she is!  Take your wife, sir; but mind, she was as much yours before as she is now.’

But for all Berenger had said about ‘his wife,’ it was only now that he really FELT her his own, and became husband rather than lover-man instead of boy.  She was entirely his own now, and he only desired to be away with her; but some days’ delay was necessary.  A chase on the scale of the one that was to favour their evasion could not be got up without some notice; and, moreover, it was necessary to procure money, for neither Sidney nor Ribaumont had more than enough with them for the needful liberalities to the King’s servants and huntsmen.  Indeed Berenger had spent all that remained in his purse upon the wares of an Italian pedlar whom he and Eustacie met in the woods, and whose gloves ‘as sweet as fragrant posies,’ fans, scent-boxes, pocket mirrors, Genoa wire, Venice chains, and other toys, afforded him the mean of making up the gifts that he wished to carry home to his sisters; and Eustacie’s counsel was merrily given in the choice.  And when the vendor began with a meaning smile to recommend to the young pair themselves a little silver-netted heart as a love-token, and it turned out that all Berenger’s money was gone, so that it could not be bought without giving up the scented casket destined for Lucy, Eustacie turned with her sweetest, proudest smile, and said, ’No, no; I will not have it; what do we two want with love-tokens now?’

Sidney had taken the youthful and romantic view of the case, and considered himself to be taking the best possible bare of is young friend, by enabling him to deal honourably with so charming a little wife as Eustacie.  Ambassador and tutor would doubtless be very angry; but Sidney could judge for himself of the lady, and he therefore threw himself into her interests, and sent his servant back to Paris to procure the necessary sum for the journey of Master Henry Berenger and Mistress Mary, his wife.  Sidney was, on his return alone to Paris, to explain all to the elders, and pacify them as best he could; and his servant was already the bearer of a letter from Berenger that was to be sent at once to England with Walsingham’s dispatches, to prepare Lord Walwyn for the arrival of the runaways.  The poor boy