Gilbert Parker,
Michel and Angele — Chapter 4
(1900)
“ Filled to the turret, he lurched to his feet, and drinking to Sir Hugh's toast, "Her Sacred Majesty!" he clanked and roared "Elizabeth!" as though upon the field of battle. He felt the star of de Carteret declining and Rozel's glory ascending like a comet. Once set in a course, nothing could change him. Other men might err, but, once right, the Seigneur of Rozel was always right. For of late he had made the cause of Michel de la Forêt and Angèle Aubert his own. ”
