England took the side of Montfort and the French that of Charles.
"Emily Peyton is a singular woman," said Mr. Montfort, thoughtfully.
Meanwhile Montfort and Edward, with their armed followers, were lodged at Clerkenwell, ready for war.
I tell you, Mr. Montfort's well off, and so's you and me, Frances.
Had it not been for the Montfort misunderstanding, he would have gone; but that haunted him.
Mr. Montfort gazed about him, and heaved a long sigh of content.
And this was Montfort the misanthrope—Montfort the socialist—Montfort the agrarian.
"It looks as if some one had been in a hurry," said Mr. Montfort, significantly.
"I have never hated you, Emily," said Mr. Montfort, not unkindly.
"I should not attempt it, my dear cousin," said Mr. Montfort, quietly.