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hence with ill-conceaIed irritation. as the Marquis de Suarez came idly Iouna- ing beside him. Alas! and alack "a day !, when diplomacy hath to reckon with women. Look at that picturer' he added, pointing with be-ringed, slender, tapering finger to the figures of Wessex and Mary Tudor Siisappear- ing amid the bosquets of the park. "and think that the destinies of Eu- rope depend upon how a woman of forty can succeed in chaining that but terfiy." ~
 Don Miguel. too. had followed with frowning eyes the little comedy just enacted upon the terrace. His intel lect, though perhaps not so keen as that of his chief. was neyertheless sufficiently on the alert to recognize that Mary Tudor had distinctly intend- ca to administer snub to the entire diplomatic corps by her marked pref erence for Wessex's sole company.
 'Chance certainly seems against your schemes and mine, my lord Cardi- nal" he said. for that butterfly Is heart-free and indolent, whilst the wo- man of forty Is Queen"
 "Indolent. yes" unused His Eminence. 'but ambitious"
 His friends will supply the ambi- tion," reJoined Don Miguel "and the crown of England is heavy prize"
 The Cardinal did not speak for a moment. He seemed buried in thought.
 T vas thinking of the beautiful Lady Ursula Glynde," he said medi- tatfveiy after awhile.
 Beautiful. indeed. But His Grace is never allowed to see her"
 "But when he does. :"
 oh, III judge him rightly. when he does see her she is passing beautiful. remember his rov- ing fancy will no doubt be enchained Tor shall we say? half an hour perhaps half a day.
 Half an lhour!" unused the Cardinal. much may be done in half an hour. my lord marquis@
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 Tn half an hour woman, even if she be a Queen. might become piqued and Jealous, and the destinies of Eu- rope will be shaped accordingly"
 His keen grey eyes were searching. the bosquets, trying to read what went on behind the dark yew hedges of the park.
 ITO think that the fate of Catholic Europe should depend upon the chance meeting of a young girl and a court gallant" sighed Don Miguel impa- tiently.
 The fate of empires has hung on AsSAC SAGh0Ok tuEG4u6 tnAn lne40 ere now, my son. rejoined His Emlnence quietly. Diplomacy is the art of seeming to ignore the great occasions, whilst seizing the small opportunity"
 He said nothing more. for at that same moment there came to his ears. gently echoing across the terrace, the sound of half-gay. half melancholy ditty. A pure. girlish voice was sing ing somewhere within the palace, like A CaH hfrA hAhfrA IA sight of the brilliant sunshine above.
 Don Miguel gave a short. sarcastic laugh.
 'The Lady Ursula's voice." he said.
 Then he pointed to the more distant portion of the garden where Wessex and Mary were once more seen, stroll ing slowly back towards the terrace.
 Aslook of expectancy. of shrewd ana sudden intuition, crept into the Cardi- naFs handsome face. The eyes light ed up as if with a quick, bright. in- ward vision. whilst the thin lips seemed to close with snap, as if bent on guarding the innermost work. ings of his mind.
 He took his breviary from his pock- ct and began walking along the flag stones of the terrace in the direction whence the song had come. His head was bent; apparently he was deeply absorbed in the Latin text
 Don Miguel had not followed him. He knew that his chief wished to be alone. He watched the crimson robes slowly fading away into the distance, the Cardinal presently disappearing round the angle formed by Wolsey's rooms. Beyond these were the fine chambers built by Henry VIII. The sweet song still came from there. waft- ed lightly on the summer breeze.