'No! No!' She started and uttered the words loudly; she added pitifully,
'You do not understand! You do not understand!'
It was the more pitiful in that Margot understood very well. She hid her
face again and only sobbed heavily and at long intervals, and then with
many sobs at once. The Queen laid her white hand upon the girl's head.
Her other still played with the chain.
'Christ be piteous to me,' she said. 'I think it had been better if I
had never married the King.'
Margot uttered an indistinguishable sound.
'I think it had been better,' the Queen said; 'though I had jeoparded my
immortal part.'