Book + 

III + 

Quo Vadis? + 

I + 

Whitehall + 

“Never was there a man so beset!” + 

Roxhythe looked amusedly across at his master. + 

“Was there not, Sir?” + 

“Never.” Charles spoke gloomily. “I swear I do not know why ever I came back to such an importunate, ungrateful people.” + 

They were in the King’s private closet. It was late autumn and chilly. A fire burned in the wide grate and the room was stuffy. One was aware of the presence of dogs. + 

Charles crossed his legs and went on speaking. + 

“They would not have my Declaration of Indulgence; they insisted on an act which should prevent Catholics from holding office under the Crown. So I let them have their Test Act, thus enraging my brother. I thought to have some peace. But no. Clifford resigns his office because he cannot subscribe to the Test. And now they clamour and debate over James his second marriage. Mordieu, what a thing it is to be King!” He sighed. + 

“The Duke would do well to consider,” said Roxhythe. “A marriage with the Catholic Mary of Este will only serve to gain him more unpopularity.” + 

“So I think. Next the Commons will demand his exclusion from the succession. I see it coming very plainly. He is so unwise.⁠ ⁠… And he was a damned good admiral,” he added with another sigh. “Odso! It meant so little. He might have been as Catholic as he pleased to himself if only he would have conformed outwardly to the Test. However, he’d none of it, and gave up his post. And now he is so chafed and irritable that he plagues all and sundry and affects them against him. He won’t listen to my sage counsel; he goes his own foolish way. I know the Commons will demand his exclusion sooner or later. And then what’s to do?” + 

Roxhythe knew that on this one point his master was likely to remain adamant. He had some affection for his brother. + 

“I really don’t know, Sir. I doubt you’ll manage to confound the Commons when that time comes⁠—if it comes.” + 

“Oh, it will come, sure enough, unless he mends his ways, which he will not.” + 

“Then you will skilfully circumvent the Commons,” smiled Roxhythe. + 

“But what unpleasantness! What fatigue!” said Charles. “I was not born for this strenuous life.” He shut his eyes wearily. Then he opened them again. “David, I am satiated with Ashley.” + 

Ashley now led the Cabinet. + 

Roxhythe laughed softly. + 

“You were like to be that, Sir. ’Tis a dull dog.” + 

“My dear David, ’tis the wickedest dog in Christendom⁠—all on a sudden. He must go.” He said this quite calmly. + 

“Very well,” said Roxhythe. “Though I mislike the idea of Ashley’s hand against us.” + 

“I cannot help it. He must go. He opposes me at every turn while pretending to aid me.” + 

“And so?” + 

“And so I have another man in mind.” Charles looked at him quizzically. + 

“I might guess his name, Sir,” drawled the favourite. + 

“You might, Davy, but I think none other would.” + 

“Perhaps not. Doth he hail from Yorkshire?” + 

Charles nodded. + 

“If you ever go over to the opposition, Davy, I shall be undone. You would foresee all my intentions. Do you like my choice?” + 

“Osborne,” pondered Roxhythe. “A tool. Therefore untrustworthy.” + 

“I had thought of that. He must be bribed.” + 

“So others may think.” + 

“Davy, why will you always play the pessimist? You try your best to dishearten me!” + 

My lord rose, and walked over to the window. + 

“My heart’s not in it, Sir.” + 

Charles stirred uneasily. + 

“In what, Roxhythe?” + 

“In all this bribing and duping and double-dealing.” + 

“Why, David, do you then yearn to tread the straight and narrow path?” + 

Roxhythe stood silent, gazing out of the window. There was a hint of bitterness in the cool eyes; even a little sadness. + 

Charles studied his profile concernedly. + 

“What is it, Davy?” he asked gently. + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“I was just thinking, Sir. Perhaps we were happier in the old days, across the water.” + 

“We plotted then and bribed,” said Charles quickly. + 

“It was rather different. Then we were a few against the world. We had only ourselves to think of. Now we have the whole of Britain depending on us, and we plot and trick, and lower her honour.” + 

“Davy, I do her no harm! Surely you have seen that? You did not like the Treaty of Dover, but what ill has come of it?” + 

Roxhythe shrugged. + 

“Naught save the lowering of the King his honour.” + 

Charles bit his thick underlip. + 

Roxhythe continued, in that same level, passionless voice. + 

“I believe I have a desire to run straight once more, Sir. Sometimes I think I would give much to be with my regiment again⁠—no intriguer, but just a soldier.” + 

“David!” The King’s eyes were full of pain. “You think that?” + 

The smile crossed Roxhythe’s lips again. + 

“Until I remember you, Sir.” + 

The King flung out his hand. + 

“Ah!⁠—and then?” + 

“And then I know that had I to choose again I would follow you.” He came back to the King’s chair, and knelt. “Don’t let this distress you, Sir. These are but idle regrets, that are not even regrets. I am your man until I die, or until I fall.” + 

Charles’ hand was on his shoulder. + 

“Roxhythe, what is this talk of falling?” + 

“I hardly know, Sir, save that no man trusts my word. They suspect my every movement. Because of the Dover treaty, which they guess at.” + 

“Can you think that I would ever desert you?” + 

“Not I, Sir. I am turned pessimist today. I do crave your pardon.” + 

Charles pressed his shoulder. He was troubled. + 

“Regrets⁠—regrets. I did not think you had any, Roxhythe.” + 

My lord rose, shaking back the heavy curls of his peruke. + 

“Nor have I, Sir. ’Tis the autumn dampness has entered my bones. Forget it! I chose long ago which path I should tread, and I’ve no regrets. I would not lose your friendship for all the world.” + 

Charles was still troubled. + 

“Which path you would tread.⁠ ⁠… What mean you, David?” + 

“Once I thought them one and the same path. Then they diverged, and I followed you. The choice lay between King and Country.” + 

“It was a struggle then?” + 

Roxhythe hesitated. + 

“A little, Sir. But I decided to kiss my hands to Country, and here am I!” + 

“And you are happy, Roxhythe?” + 

“Despite these moments of gloom, Sir, yes. I have all a man wants; money, power, the King his favour.” + 

“And friends?” + 

“Say rather popularity, Sir.” + 

“No; friends.” + 

Roxhythe was silent for a moment. + 

“Then, Sir, not counting yourself, one. Perhaps two.” + 

“Who are they?” + 

“My fair cousin Frances, and my secretary.” + 

“A strange couple. They are all you can name?” + 

“They are all.” + 

Charles nodded slowly. + 

“You sacrificed much for me, eh, David?” + 

Roxhythe’s egotism leapt to the fore. + 

“No. I gained all. I have everything. Friends? Bah! A name, no more. Not a doubt on it but those sycophants below,” he waved a contemptuous hand, “would not hesitate to call me that.” + 

“Yet you said you had but one?” + 

“Two. The rest hate me covertly. I am too powerful.” + 

Again Charles nodded. + 

“You do not seek to make them like you. I think you are foolish, Roxhythe.” + 

“Maybe. They do not understand me, and for that reason distrust me.” + 

Charles smiled irrepressibly. + 

“Why, I do not think that many men trust me,” he said. “But all men love me.” + 

Roxhythe swept a bow. + 

“Sire, I am no Stuart.” + 

“No, you are Roxhythe, which is perhaps even better. Mordieu! The great Roxhythe! Apropos, David, what’s this I hear took place at Jeremy’s?” + 

Roxhythe sat down. He drew out his comfit-box. + 

“Yes, it was diverting,” he admitted. + 

“Tell me your version. I heard it from Sedley yesterday, but I’d sooner have it from your own lips.” + 

“What did Sedley say? I hardly know what happened at the beginning.” + 

The King chuckled. + 

“Oh, Sedley was full of the tale! He tells me that that young secretary of yours was at Jeremy’s on Thursday, and fell to gaming with Fortescue. Sedley draws a picture of them both in their cups. Then Fortescue speaks sneeringly of the great Roxhythe, and the next thing they knew was that his face was all dripping wine, and young Dart was half across the table in a black fury. Sedley falls a-laughing at this point, but I gather that the two young cockerels were held apart by main force, and Dart was spluttering out challenges. It seems the rest of the party enjoyed the situation vastly, and there was great uproar. Fortescue⁠—Sedley tells me he was most unsteady on his legs⁠—hiccuped out his challenge, and called on Digby to second him. Then the pother was that no one liked to be embroiled in a quarrel against my Lord Roxhythe. So more uproar. Dart called on Fletcher to serve him. Fletcher thinks himself best out of that boys’ quarrel. Others were of his opinion. So then we have young Dart offering to fight the whole room, and Fortescue drinking more Burgundy to steady himself. Sedley says by now the whole room was in a roar, and the most of them arguing what was to be done. Then⁠—Sedley is very fine at this point⁠—the door opened. In strolled the unwitting cause of all the turmoil: Lord Roxhythe. He was becomingly languid; he desired to know the reason of all the noise. Six people explain it to him. My lord looks round with interest. Fletcher tells him that no one will second the children. My lord is pained. He looks at Fortescue. ‘You must apologize,’ says he. ‘No,’⁠—hiccup⁠—‘Be⁠—damned an I will!’ ‘Then you must apologize,’ says my lord, turning to his secretary. Dart was not so far gone in his cups. ‘Never!’ says he. ‘Then I will apologize,’ says my lord. ‘Your pardon, gentlemen, for being the cause of so much trouble.’ Then Sedley grows incoherent. Tell me the rest, Roxhythe.” + 

Roxhythe touched his lips with his handkerchief. + 

“My young Chris was mighty valiant. He sneered. ‘If a glass of wine in the face is not enough,’ says he, and left an elegant pause. Fortescue caught him up. ‘No⁠—damme⁠—,’ says he. ‘I’ll fight you!’ Chris bowed. I have a fleeting suspicion that he emulates my style. ‘I am relieved,’ says he. ‘Mr. Fletcher, again I ask: will you serve me?’ Fletcher nodded. ‘Who’s to serve Fortescue?’ asks that rogue Sedley. Then they all looked uncomfortable, and shuffled. I conceived that it was time to introduce a light note. I made my best leg to Fortescue, who was hanging on to the table. ‘Sir,’ says I, ‘I shall be honoured to second you.’ He had arrived at the polite stage. He returned my bow, and managed not quite to fall over. ‘Sir,’ says he, ‘I thank you. Y⁠—You’re a⁠—g⁠—gentleman!’ + 

“My Chris was in such a rage that he was fit to slay me there and then. He turned on his heel and slammed out of the room. I went away. + 

“And there the matter really ended. I was hoping for an amusing duel, but evidently Fortescue was talked to very seriously. At all events he visited me next day, all the pot-valiance knocked out of him. Odso, but he was ashamed! He had come to offer me his apologies! He had not known what he was saying; he begged I would excuse him. Then he grew very red, and told me that he could not have me as a second in the circumstances. So I sent for Chris. Fortescue was all for fighting, but I made them shake hands. That is all. My name is now safe.” He smiled a little. + 

“No wonder it is the talk of town!” cried Charles. “Oddsblood, I would I had been there!” Then he became grave. After a moment he said: “Roxhythe, this Dutch war is becoming vastly distasteful to my people.” + 

Roxhythe was amused. + 

“Now what ails you?” demanded Charles. “Is it a laughing matter?” + 

“Certainly not. I laughed at the sudden change of topic. And have you but just discovered that the people do not like it?” + 

“No. They grow hot. What is more to the point is that the Commons also grow hot. I think I must have a respite.” + 

“How?” + 

“I have had enough of Parliament,” said Charles, looking at him. “For the present.” + 

“Prorogation!” smiled Roxhythe. “I admire your consummate daring, Sir.” + 

II + 

The Husband + 

Lady Crewe was disconsolate. Out of the corner of her eye she watched my Lord Roxhythe paying his respects to Mlle. Charlotte d’Almond. Charlotte was of the Duchess of Portsmouth’s household, something of a virago, but undoubtedly fascinating. Lady Crewe hated her cordially. Lady Crewe sat alone, playing with her fan. Presently Mr. Dart appeared. His hostess, Fanny Montgomery, greeted him with affection. She told him to make himself useful. So he went across the room to Millicent’s side and swept her a bow. + 

“All alone, Lady Crewe?” + 

She forced a smile. + 

“No, Mr. Dart; you are here.” + 

Christopher was fond of Millicent. He sat down beside her. + 

“Shall we stay on this very pleasing couch, or shall we dance?” he asked. + 

“I⁠—I don’t think I will dance, thank you,” she answered. She was young, and she did not conceal her emotions well. + 

Christopher glanced round the room. + 

“All the world is here tonight,” he remarked. “What a gathering! I don’t see Sir Henry?” + 

“He is here,” she said listlessly. “Gaming belike.” + 

A year ago Sir Henry Crewe was never from his wife’s side. Christopher regarded Roxhythe across the room with tightened lips. He attempted another remark. + 

“It is quite an age since we last saw each other, Lady Crewe. I looked for you at the Coventry rout last week but someone said you were in the country. Was that so?” + 

“No,” she answered. “I was not well. I do not think town air agrees with me. I tire so easily.” + 

Time was, reflected Christopher, when this had not been so. Her ladyship’s cheeks had been rosy then, and less thin. + 

“Why, I am sorry!” he said. “You must make your husband take you to the country for a while, though I vow we should miss you sadly.” + 

Lady Crewe was not attending. A lazy, cynical voice reached Christopher’s ears. He turned sharply. Lord Roxhythe stood beside them. + 

“My very dear Millicent! I had not seen you till this moment. Pray where have you been?” He kissed her hand. Christopher observed how the colour flooded her face. + 

“You have been otherwise engaged, my lord,” she replied. “I have been here some while.” + 

Christopher saw that he was not wanted. He faded away. Roxhythe took his seat. + 

“Child,” he said, “where are all your roses?” + 

“Am I so pale?” she smiled. “Perhaps I have lost my rouge.” + 

“Evidently,” he said. “And what ails you?” + 

Her eyes were troubled. + 

“My lord⁠ ⁠… my lord.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“But why so aloof?” + 

The coaxing tone brought the tears to her lashes. + 

“David⁠—I am very unhappy.” + 

He rose. + 

“My dear, we must examine this more closely. I know a room where we shall not be disturbed.” + 

“Oh, no!” she cried. “Indeed, I must not!” + 

“Must not?” + 

“You⁠—you know it is not seemly for me to be seen so much⁠—with you. My⁠—my husband⁠—” + 

“Fiend seize your husband. Come!” + 

“I ought not⁠—I ought not⁠—” Even as she said it she rose and laid her hand on his arm. Together they went out. + 

Roxhythe led her into a small, dimly lighted parlour. He shut the door, and took her in his arms. + 

“What is it, sweetheart?” + 

For a moment she tried to free herself; then her hands clung to his broad shoulders. + 

“David, it is wrong! I⁠—I am not this kind of woman! God help me, I wish I had never met you!” The cry was broken. + 

Roxhythe bent his head till his lips met hers. It was Mrs. Diana Shelton who had called Roxhythe’s kiss “divine intoxication.” + 

“Confess! ’Tis a lie?” + 

“No, no! Indeed, I wish it!” + 

He kissed her again. + 

“You do not love me?” + 

“Oh, yes!⁠—No! oh, what am I saying?” She broke away from him to a chair. “Before I⁠—met you⁠—before you⁠—made love to me⁠—I thought I cared so much for Henry. Now⁠—now we hardly speak. You fill all my thoughts, and he looks at me⁠—as though he hated me. I’m no court beauty. I cannot⁠—play at love as they do. ’Tis⁠—not in my nature.” + 

My lord knelt at her side, holding both her hands. + 

“Do you then care so much for Henry? Am I nothing?” + 

“Have I not told you? Oh, my heart is nigh breaking! You do not really love me; you only⁠—pretend⁠—and it means so much to me. I’m a fool; a silly, hysterical miss! I⁠—” She tried to laugh, but her voice broke, and she buried her face on his shoulder, sobbing. + 

Roxhythe stared over her head at the wall. His expression was rather curious. Suddenly he bent over the bowed figure, clinging so desperately to his hands. + 

“My child, you distress yourself unduly. How old are you?” + 

“T-twenty-one. Why⁠—why do you ask?” + 

My lord smiled whimsically. + 

“Twenty-one. And I am⁠—forty-two.” + 

She lifted her head. + 

“What of it?” + 

“I seem to be rather too old for you, dear.” + 

“David⁠—my lord⁠—I do not⁠—understand.” + 

“No? I think our little comedy has played itself out.” + 

Slowly she drew herself away from him. + 

“You⁠—call it comedy. I⁠—have another name for it. Mayhap ’twas indeed a⁠—comedy to you. To me⁠—to me⁠—” she stopped, twisting her fingers. + 

“Oh, no!” said my lord, calmly. “You delude yourself, my dear. It was a pretty farce, and perhaps you were a little dazzled. But that is all.” + 

“You⁠—make me⁠—hate you.” + 

“Why, that is as it should be.” + 

“You⁠—you made love to me; you⁠—dazzled⁠—me, and now you are tired of the⁠—farce⁠—you cast me off.” + 

“Not a whit. I am not tired of it. I think you are.” + 

She shook her head. Slow tears were creeping down her cheeks. + 

“I love you. I cannot let you go.” + 

“Well, my dear, I do not see how you are to keep the both of us on a tether if you take the matter so seriously.” + 

“I do not want both.” + 

“Then choose your husband, my child.” + 

“I can’t, I can’t! I want you!” It was the cry of a child. Roxhythe bit his lip. + 

“It will pass.” + 

She raised her head. + 

“Are you saying⁠—these things⁠—for my sake, or is it⁠—because of⁠—Charlotte d’Almond?” + 

“Oh lud!” said my lord. He rose to his feet. “Preserve me!” + 

She also rose. + 

“It is not? You love me, as you’ve so often vowed?” + 

Roxhythe looked at her serenely. + 

“My dear, I do not think I love anyone.” + 

Tragedy was in her blue eyes, and uncomprehending hurt. + 

“You thought me⁠—just a⁠—cheap woman!” + 

“No.” + 

“Then⁠—then⁠—Oh heavens, how dare you humiliate me so? And I⁠—and I⁠—please take me back to the ballroom!” + 

She stepped forward into the full light of the candles, erect, outraged. Roxhythe eyed her critically. + 

“Child, you must dry the tears.” + 

In spite of her forced calm something sparkled on the end of her long lashes. + 

“Oh, tut, tut, Millicent! You will forget all this madness. Come, let me wipe away the tears.” + 

Millicent pushed him from her with hands that trembled. + 

“No! Please⁠—don’t try to⁠—be kind to me! I cannot bear it. I have been in heaven and hell this past year, and now⁠—and now⁠—” She choked back a sob. “You were⁠—very cruel, my lord. You made me play at love with you, and then⁠—when I am no longer playing⁠—you turn away, and⁠—call it⁠—a pretty comedy. And you talk to me⁠—as if you were⁠—my father!” + 

“Which I almost might be,” remarked his lordship. “My dear, you are too young for the game. I ought to have known it. I am sorry. Now won’t you let me dry your tears?” + 

His voice was very gentle; all his fascination was to the fore. It swept over Millicent and would not be gainsaid. Pride was as nothing before it; at that moment she felt that only one thing mattered, and that was that he should not leave her. She allowed him to draw her closer, and to wipe her eyes with his scented handkerchief. A small pulse in her throat was throbbing madly; he was so inexpressibly dear, so strong, so wonderful. The tears welled up afresh; she heard him speak through a haze of misery. + 

“Dear child, I am not worth it. I am only an interlude.” + 

“That is all⁠—to you. Oh, you are utterly, utterly ruthless! I amused you for the time, so⁠—you have⁠—broken my heart⁠—for your pleasure, and brought me⁠—as low as this! I was so happy before you came! So happy.” + 

“You will be happy again,” said Roxhythe philosophically. “Hearts are easily mended. Tell that husband of yours to take you away for a time.” + 

“My husband! We scarcely speak! He despises me! He thinks me⁠—what I am⁠—a cheap, faithless woman!” + 

“It seems your husband is a fool. There! The tears are gone?” + 

“Take me back to the ballroom, please. I⁠—I have been mad. What will⁠—Henry think⁠—if he finds me gone? Oh, please take me back.” + 

Roxhythe smiled faintly. + 

“Yes. I did not think the passion was real. Console yourself, my dear. ’Tis Henry you love.” He held out his arm. + 

The door opened. + 

“Just as I thought!” The words came furiously, hissed across the room. With his back to the door, hands clenched at his sides, stood Sir Henry Crewe. + 

Millicent sprang away from Roxhythe’s side, her cheeks flaming. Roxhythe himself regarded the intruder pensively. + 

“Blue and rose-pink.⁠ ⁠…” he murmured. “Marvellous!” + 

Crewe walked forward, his dark velvet cloak hushing against the table as he brushed past. + 

“I have not sought you out to talk of my clothes, Lord Roxhythe!” he said. He did not glance in his wife’s direction. + 

“No?” answered Roxhythe. He met the angry young eyes amusedly. “What then?” + 

Crewe controlled his voice with difficulty. He was very pale, but his eyes burnt. + 

“I have come to tell you that my friends will wait on yours, Lord Roxhythe!” + 

“Thank you very much,” said Roxhythe. “But may I point out to you that this is a somewhat inopportune moment?” + 

“I think not! I could scarce have chosen a more fitting time!” He laughed bitterly. “I trust I make myself clear?” + 

“Not at all,” said Roxhythe. “I am at a loss.” + 

“You are singularly dense if you do not understand me! Things have come to a pretty pass that you so brazenly take my wife apart! Is that explanation enough?” + 

Roxhythe stared at him in great hauteur. Then he turned to Millicent and bowed. + 

“Permit me to conduct you back to the ballroom, my dear.” + 

Crewe flung himself between them. + 

“Lady Crewe can stay to hear what I have to say! She will not again require your escort!” + 

My lord’s voice became a shade more languid. + 

“My good youth, you rave. You have my permission to stand back.” + 

Few had ever dared to withstand that note. Sir Henry stood firm. + 

“ ’Tis you who shall stand back, sir! You shall not touch my wife!” + 

Millicent clasped and unclasped her hands. She was very near to breaking point. + 

“You make a very fine melodramatic hero,” said Roxhythe. “But you forget with whom you have to deal.” + 

“You might be the devil himself and I’d not let you pass!” + 

“Child’s talk,” said my lord. His hand descended on Crewe’s shoulder and gripped hard. He gave a sudden twist, and Crewe fell back with a smothered exclamation. Roxhythe took Millicent’s cold hand in his. + 

“I’ll return to you,” he informed the furious young man. “Open the door.” + 

“Perhaps it is as well that Lady Crewe should withdraw,” sneered Sir Henry. He flung the door wide. + 

Roxhythe did not answer him. He led Millicent, tearless now, a creature of ice, to the deserted hall. + 

“Will you wait here, child? I’ll send my cousin to you.” + 

Her lips moved. + 

“Oh⁠—no! I cannot! I⁠—” + 

“My dear, you are in no fit state to go back to the ballroom. Sit down.” + 

She sank down, unresisting. Roxhythe kissed her hand. “Let me reassure you, sweetheart; there will be no scandal. You can trust my cousin.” He strolled into the ballroom. + 

Lady Frances was not dancing. When she saw Roxhythe she came quickly towards him. + 

“Where is Lady Crewe?” + 

“I want to take you to her. That young fool of a husband came plunging in upon us, and she is nigh fainting with fright.” + 

“Good God, Roxhythe! In my house! Could you not be decent for one evening? Where is the child?” + 

“In the hall. May I solicit your kindness for her? She should go home.” + 

Lady Fanny swept out. Roxhythe, following more leisurely, saw her bend over the drooping figure in the chair. He half smiled, and went back to the little parlour. + 

Frances took the girl’s hands. + 

“My dear! Will you come upstairs with me?” + 

The great shamed eyes looked up. + 

“I⁠—think⁠—I had best⁠—go home,” whispered Millicent. + 

Frances drew her to her feet. + 

“Presently, dear. Come with me now and tell me all about it.” + 

“Lady Frances⁠—I am indeed sorry⁠—to be the cause of a⁠—disturbance in your house. I⁠—” + 

“Nonsense! Come, we shall be private in my room.” + 

She bore the girl off to her boudoir, and put her into a chair. + 

“There! Poor little thing! Tell me what has happened.” + 

Millicent bowed her head. + 

“I’ve been so wicked⁠—I suppose you know. And today⁠—I let⁠—Lord Roxhythe⁠—take me to another room⁠—and⁠—and⁠—my husband found us⁠—and⁠—oh, heavens, what must you think of me?” + 

“Why, that you are a silly child! No, no, don’t cry! There’s no harm done. My cousin will see to it that there is no scandal. But mercy on us, what induced you to play with Roxhythe, of all men?” + 

“I love him,” answered Millicent dully. + 

Lady Frances opened her eyes to their widest. + 

“Love⁠—my dear, foolish girl, you cannot.” + 

“I love him. And it’s all over⁠—all over.” + 

“And a good thing too!” thought my lady. But she did not say that. She put her arms round Millicent. + 

“Won’t you tell me everything, dear?” + 

The girl flushed. + 

“You are very, very kind, Lady Frances, but⁠—oh, I expect you know all there is to know about me!” + 

“My child, I have seen Roxhythe often at your side, and I confess I have wondered what you were at⁠—playing with fire.” + 

“I was not playing! Oh, at first, three years ago, yes. No one minded; my husband thought nothing of it. But lately⁠—I have been so⁠—unhappy, and when he was with me⁠—so very happy! And he meant nothing; he did not love me. It was a⁠—game. I suppose any other woman would have known, but I⁠—I⁠—oh, I think my heart will break!” + 

“I am quite sure it will not,” replied Lady Frances. “ ’Tis all midsummer madness. How could you think Roxhythe was in earnest? Was there no one to warn you?” + 

“No. There is only Henry⁠—and now he⁠—hates me. What shall I do?” + 

“Start afresh,” said Fanny briskly. “Roxhythe is not worth one teardrop. You must forget him, and play no more with fire.” + 

“Forget! Ah, my lady, it is easy to speak so. I love him! I love him so much that were he to lift one finger I would go with him⁠—anywhere!” + 

Lady Frances nodded over the bowed head. + 

“Well, my dear, he’ll lift no finger. He lives for himself alone. This is not his first affaire.” + 

Millicent shuddered. + 

“I thought he really cared for me. I knew there were⁠—other women⁠—but⁠—” + 

Lady Frances proceeded to be cruel for kindness’ sake. + 

“I have known Roxhythe for⁠—I won’t say how many years⁠—and I know how much heart he hath. That is none. He has fascinated you until you think that you love him. But you do not. Ah, no, my dear, you do not!” + 

Millicent was silent. After a moment Fanny patted her shoulder. + 

“Come! Cheer up! Oh, I know ’tis hard, but you must bear a brave front. Never let him see that he has hurt you.” + 

“You do not know, Lady Frances.” + 

Fanny laughed irrepressibly. + 

“Why, do you think I have not been in love scores of times with those whom I should not have loved? Child, I have experienced all your feelings, and I assure you that you will recover.” + 

“I wish that I were dead!” + 

“Nonsense! You are overwrought tonight; tomorrow you will think differently. I am going to send you home now, and⁠—if I may⁠—I will come and see you in a few days’ time.” + 

“You⁠—you will not care to. There will be some dreadful scandal⁠—oh, I wish that I had never come to town!” + 

“There’ll be no vestige of scandal, my dear. Trust Roxhythe to see to that.” + 

“Oh, yes, yes! They are going to fight, and one of them will be killed⁠—all for me who am⁠—worthless!” + 

“I’ll wager my best necklet no one is killed,” said Lady Frances. + 

“Henry is so angry! I have never seen him look so terrible! He⁠—he will do my lord some injury.” + 

“Alas! There’s no likelihood of such a thing happening!” said Fanny, tartly. + 

III + 

The Challenge + 

Roxhythe shut the door. + 

“And now what is it?” + 

Crewe was standing by the fire. At my lord’s words he swung round. + 

“It is this, sir! I’ll not have my wife’s name dishonoured by such as you! For nearly three years it has gone on! At first I thought nothing; she had her admirers, but she loved me. And then you gradually stole her from me, until she thinks of naught save when she shall next be with you! Oh, I’m not blind! I’ve watched and waited. But tonight I could no longer contain myself! One of us dies, my lord!” + 

“Very fine,” applauded Roxhythe. “But you make a deal out of nothing. Let us say that I fascinated Lady Crewe. We played at love, bien sûr. Now we have agreed to end the game. As to her good name, no harm is like to come to that.” + 

“No harm, you say? All the town will talk of this. How do I know that there is not more between you?” + 

The fine lips curled contemptuously. + 

“Faith, you have a good opinion of your wife!” said Roxhythe. Then he grew grave. “You foolish boy, what have you been about all this time? You say you have watched us? Then why a-God’s name did you not act? By heaven, I would let no man steal my wife’s heart!” + 

“If it can be stolen I do not want it! I’ll make no effort to win her from you, my lord! She⁠—she has earned my contempt! my hatred!” + 

“The tragic hero, egad! One would think there was more to this affaire than a series of very mild flirtations.” + 

“I do think it!” + 

“Then you are a foolish child. Strive to be wiser. I suggest you take your wife away, and woo her afresh. She will very soon forget me.” + 

Crewe gripped a chair-back. His face was white with anger. + 

“How dare you mock me? One would think that I was to blame for all this!” + 

“Most undoubtedly you are. Instead of freezing the girl you should have shaken her soundly and taken her away. Mordieu, you drove her to my arms, with your coldness and your scowls!” + 

“I thought her above⁠—this kind of intrigue! I⁠—heaven, what did I not think her? I have found that she is no better than the commonest trull that walks the streets!” + 

“La-la! What a fury! I begin to pity your wife.” + 

Two hectic spots of colour burned on Sir Henry’s cheeks. + 

“We’ll have done, if you please, sir⁠—” + 

Roxhythe sighed with relief. + 

“Now God be thanked, here’s sense at last!” + 

“Will you name your friends?” + 

Roxhythe looked him up and down. + 

“Oh. You want satisfaction? Bethink you, you’ll damage your wife’s reputation as I have not done all this time.” + 

“I will take care of that, I thank you. Will you name your friends?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. “I will not.” + 

It seemed that Crewe was dumbfounded. He stared in amazement. + 

“You will not? You will not? Am I to call you coward then?” + 

“My dear boy, you may call me what you will if it eases you at all. Roxhythe does not fight with every fly that buzzes in his ear.” + 

Crewe sent a chair spinning across the room. + 

“Yet you will fight me, sir!” + 

“If you continue in this vein it seems very likely. I counsel you to calm yourself. It is no light matter to fight Roxhythe.” + 

“I am not afraid! Right is on my side!” + 

“But in this world it is more often might that triumphs. My tragic hero, do you not realize that I could pink you within⁠—one minute?” + 

“I care not! And I believe that I can kill you!” + 

“The worse for you then. You were as effectually damned. You would have to reckon with King Charles. I’d not envy you that task. No, I will not fight you.” + 

“Then you are a coward! a coward! a coward! All the world will call you one!” + 

“All the world will laugh at you for your pains, Crewe. The world knows what manner of man I am.” + 

“You insult me! Am I unworthy of your sword?” + 

“By no means. But I do not murder babes.” + 

Crewe looked up into the mocking eyes. His hand fumbled in the breast of his coat and came out. With one laced glove he struck my lord across the face. + 

“Is that enough?” he panted. + 

The straight brows contracted swiftly. + 

“Almost enough to earn you a thrashing at my hands, Crewe,” said Roxhythe, a hint of grimness in his smooth voice. + 

Sir Henry fell back. A sob tore at his throat. + 

“My God, are you made of stone? You’ll swallow that insult?” + 

My lord shrugged. + 

“I have already told you; I do not murder babes.” + 

“Damn you, am I to strike you again?” + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

Crewe’s hand clenched on the glove, twisting it round and round. + 

“Can I say nothing to move you? What have I done that you should scorn to fight me? Do you not owe me at least that much?” + 

“My good child, no. I have not damaged Lady Crewe’s reputation; I am even preventing you from so doing.” + 

“I will cry this shame against you! All London shall know how you refused to fight! were afraid to fight!” + 

“You would be very ill-advised. You would ruin your wife, and make yourself a laughingstock. Do you think I cannot afford to refuse to fight without injuring mine honour?” + 

Crewe stood still, seething with rage and impotence. + 

“Why will you not fight me? What reason have you?” + 

“I thought that I told you that,” said Roxhythe. + 

“Bah! ’Tis not from any desire to spare my life, I know!” + 

“Why then, we will say that it is not my will.” + 

“Do you think to put me off with that excuse? You treat me as though I were of no account! as though you had not ruined my happiness, disgraced my wife!” + 

My lord rearranged his cravat. + 

“I’ve no taste for heroics off the stage, my friend.” + 

The young man’s breath was coming short and quick. His hands trembled; his eyes burned dark in his pale face. + 

“Don’t mock at me! You⁠—you goad me to what I will not think of! I could kill you where you stand, you smiling devil!” + 

My lord was still busy with his cravat. He stood with his back to Crewe looking into the mirror. + 

“Eh bien! Kill me.” + 

Crewe swung round on his heel. Up and down the room he paced, with white lips and trembling hands. He came at last to a standstill, facing my lord. + 

“Once more I ask: will you name your friends?” + 

Roxhythe studied his reflection pensively. + 

“I will not.” + 

Crewe was almost hysterical with rage. He tore at his sword, wrenching it from the scabbard. + 

“You shall fight! If you will not have it in order, it shall be here and now! On guard, my lord!” + 

Roxhythe gave a finishing touch to his laces, and turned. + 

“What have we now? Corbleu! A sword! Am I to fling myself on its point?” + 

“Draw, curse you!” + 

Roxhythe snapped his fingers scornfully. + 

“So much for that pretty plaything! I do not fight you now or at any time. Body o’ me, am I to fight every young cockerel who fancies himself injured by me? Put up your sword and be thankful that I do not choose to take offence.” + 

The sword clattered to the ground. + 

“Devil! Devil!” gasped Sir Henry, and sprang at him. + 

There was a short struggle, a strangled oath from Crewe. Roxhythe had both the boy’s wrists in a vice-like grip. He did not appear to exert himself in the least, but Crewe could not break free. The pressure tightened relentlessly. + 

“Fool!” said my lord evenly. “I could ruin you ten times over for this. What madness has come over you that you dare to challenge me in such a fashion?” + 

Sir Henry was silent, clenching his underlip hard between his teeth. The grip on his wrists was agony. Roxhythe looked down at him contemptuously. + 

“If you like I will swear that at my hands Lady Crewe has received no ill, save, perhaps, a little heartache. Is that enough?” + 

“No, no! Damn you, let me go! I’ll allow no man⁠—to make love to⁠—my wife⁠—and go⁠—unpunished!” + 

“I applaud you. But yours would be the punishment an I met you.” + 

“I’ll take my chance of that! Let go my wrists! Do you think I care whether I live or die? Oh, name your seconds! Name them!” + 

“No.” + 

“For God’s sake forget that you are Roxhythe for one moment!” + 

“It is as well that one of us should remember it.” + 

“ ’Sdeath! Are you a creature of flesh and blood? I’ve struck you! I have offered you every insult! Is it possible that you can still refuse me satisfaction?” + 

“In truth, I am very forbearing,” sighed Roxhythe. + 

Crewe struggled to be free of him. + 

“Then again I call you coward! I’ll never rest until I have met you!” + 

Roxhythe released him. + 

“If you pester me it will be my painful duty to have you removed. I repeat: neither now or at any other time will I fight you. That is my last word.” + 

Crewe fell back. The marks of Roxhythe’s fingers were on his arms; dry sobs shook him. He collapsed into a chair, resting his head in his hands. + 

Roxhythe shook out his ruffles. + 

The door was opened; Sir Henry heard the snap as it was closed again. He was alone. + 

Ten minutes later Roxhythe was at Mrs. Carthew’s side, drawling witticisms. + 

Lady Frances came up with Mr. Fletcher at her elbow. She smiled sweetly. + 

“Mrs. Carthew, may I present Mr. Fletcher?” + 

The lady bowed. + 

“Will you dance, Madam?” simpered Fletcher. + 

Madam was uncertain. Plainly she liked Roxhythe’s company. But her hostess was already engaging his attention. + 

“Thank you, sir.” She was led away. + 

Lady Frances sat down beside my lord. + 

“Roxhythe, why have you tampered with that poor child?” Her voice was very calm. + 

“My dear Fanny, need we pursue the subject? I do not care to dwell on my mistakes.” + 

“You admit that it was a mistake? David, I implore you, let it end here!” + 

“It ended an hour since. I found myself growing paternal.” + 

“I am thankful for’t. The girl fancies herself in love with you. I pray heaven ’tis but a fancy. I have told her what manner of man you are.” + 

“Really? What manner of man am I?” + 

She disregarded him. + 

“David, it was not right; it was not fair. I’d say naught if she were a Court miss, versed in these ways. She is not. She knew no harm until you came into her life. And now⁠—God and you know what harm has been wrought.” + 

“None.” + 

“That is true, Roxhythe?” + 

“As I live. I believe I must always have felt paternal towards her. It was a very mild intrigue.” + 

Lady Frances heaved a sigh of relief. + 

“I feared⁠—she was so very overwrought⁠—If you say it is not so, I believe you. But, oh, David, why? Why try to break her poor, foolish little heart? Were there not enough women besides her? Women who knew you and your ways?” + 

“It was her sweet simplicity that attracted me,” said Roxhythe. + 

“So you broke her for your pleasure. Sometimes I think that you are utterly without heart, David.” + 

“Mayhap. However, you’ll agree that I am not without forbearance when I tell you that for the past hour I have been closetted with the husband, refusing to fight him.” + 

“Ah! You will not fight him?” + 

“Certainly not. Why should I?” + 

“I know why you should not! ’Twere Lady Crewe’s ruin an you did.” + 

“So I thought. Unhappily he did not. He did all in his power to provoke me to wrath.” + 

“He failed?” + 

“Can you ask? I have told him that I will not meet him now or at any other time.” + 

“David, promise me that you will not go back on that!” + 

“I promise.” + 

She touched his hand, smiling a little tremulously. + 

“You’re not all bad, David. I believe that you are sorry for this⁠—mistake.” + 

“I regret it with all my heart. The child took me more seriously than I knew.” + 

Lady Frances dabbed surreptitiously at her eyes. + 

“My dear,” said Roxhythe, “if you cry, I shall depart. I have had naught but tears and ravings all the evening.” + 

“Poor David! Oh me! I should be angry with you, I suppose. Somehow I cannot. You had best make love to me next time. Then neither of us will be hurt.” + 

Roxhythe kissed her hand. + 

“Two women there are, Fanny, whom I esteem above all others. One is now a memory.” + 

Frances looked up. + 

“Who was she?” + 

“She was Madame.” + 

“Madame! Roxhythe, you loved her?” + 

“I respected and admired her above all women. The other is your sweet self. If ever I love, or have loved a woman, you are she.” + 

“How dear of you!” sighed my lady. “To how many women have you said that?” + 

IV + 

Progression + 

At Drury Lane Christopher met Harcourt. They sat side by side in the Pit, and during the intervals, exchanged confidences. After the play they went together to partake of supper. When the dishes had been set before them Harcourt shook his head at Christopher. + 

“Oh, Chris, you are very wily!” + 

Christopher sampled a pasty. + 

“Am I? Why?” + 

“You led me to think that your master was no plotter.” + 

It was a bold attack, but it failed. + 

“Nor is he.” Christopher went on with the pasty. + 

Harcourt laughed long and low. + 

“Why, Chris, have you heard none of the rumours current in town?” + 

“I hear a good many lies. Which one is this?” + 

“That the King made a treaty with France some time back⁠—secretly.” + 

“Oh, that!” Christopher was scornful. “I wonder you give ear to these rumours, Harcourt.” + 

“But my dear boy, men say that it was for that reason that we went to war with Holland!” He was watching Christopher closely. + 

“Men will say anything,” replied Dart. It was a very fair imitation of Roxhythe’s style. + 

Harcourt’s eyes narrowed. + 

“Are you fencing with me, I wonder?” + 

Christopher looked up, smiling. + 

“Odso! I? No.” + 

It was impossible to look into his clear, honest eyes and to disbelieve his word. Harcourt was puzzled. + 

“I have heard it said also that Roxhythe worked the intrigue. You remember how often he was in Paris?” + 

“Ay. And I know why. It was not intrigue.” + 

“Oh! Then you do not think that the King allied himself with France behind our backs?” + 

“Of course I do not. Is that a wild duck?” + 

Harcourt pushed the dish towards him. Christopher had a fine, healthy appetite. + 

“I don’t trust the King,” said Harcourt profoundly. + 

“You must always be mistrusting someone, Sydney,” said Christopher, amused. “What’s to do now?” + 

“Why were we deprived of Shaftesbury? Why have we this Danby?” + 

“God knows. I don’t meddle in politics. You had best ask Shaftesbury himself. I hear he is much with your master.” + 

Harcourt frowned. + 

“Perhaps I shall. Is it possible that you can trust Danby?” + 

“I hardly know him,” said Christopher. He attacked the wild duck with some vigour. + 

“But his policy! It is all cringing to the Court.” + 

“Is it?” + 

“I mislike his distribution of money. It smacks of bribery.” + 

“Sydney, I recommend this bird⁠—oh, I beg your pardon! yes, bribery. Certainly.” + 

“Associating with Roxhythe has made you very careless,” reproved his friend. + 

“I have already told you that I do not meddle in what I do not understand. I have abundant faith in His Majesty’s discretion⁠—and that is all there is to it. How is Madame Harcourt?” + 

Harcourt gave it up, and Christopher promptly forgot the conversation. + 

Later in the week he called on Lady Frances to whom he was more than ever attached. + 

She greeted him gaily. With her was Lady Crewe, and Christopher saw that Millicent had been crying. + 

“Do I intrude?” he asked, smiling. + 

“By no means!” answered Frances. “We are delighted to see you, are we not, Millicent?” + 

Lady Crewe assented. Christopher kissed both their hands, and sat down. For a short space he entertained them with snatches of gossip. Lady Crewe was palpably ill-at-ease and anxious to be gone. Before very long she rose, murmuring excuses. + 

Lady Frances took her hand. + 

“Must you go? Well, I’ll not press you to stay, as I know how busy you are. Chris, wait for me!” She went out with Millicent. + 

When she returned, Christopher looked at her, one eyebrow raised inquiringly. + 

“Well?” + 

“Well what?” asked her ladyship, swinging her brocades. + 

“I want to know.” + 

“Inquisitive child! Again what?” + 

“Is it all at an end between Lady Crewe and Roxhythe?” + 

Fanny sat down beside him. + 

“Thank heaven, yes! You noticed, then?” + 

“Since March he has hardly ever been at her side.” + 

“And she mopes and lies awake nights thinking of him. It’s a sad coil, Chris.” + 

“So I always thought. Lady Crewe looks very sick.” + 

Frances tapped her fan against the table. + 

“Because she hath a fool for husband! ’Pon rep, Chris, I’ve no patience with the man! Oh, I’ll tell you the whole story! You can be discreet, I know. In March I gave a ball; you remember? Well, they were both present. Roxhythe took Millicent into my little parlour and as far as I can gather there was something of a fracas. He discovered that he felt fatherly towards her and I suppose that he saw that she was too much in earnest for peace and quiet. To do him justice, I believe he meant to be kind then. They bade one another farewell, or some such nonsense, and the child wept very grievously. Roxhythe is too fascinating. At that moment in walked the husband! Conceive the tableau! Roxhythe brought Millicent to me, and went back to Sir Henry. According to him, Sir Henry was all for a duel, but he’d have none of it, and left the poor man disconsolate. No doubt he was very rude. Since then he has eschewed Millicent’s society. Tant mieux. All would then have been well had it not been for Crewe’s heroics. So Roxhythe calls it. Instead of treating the matter tactfully, he first raved at the child, and then turned a cold shoulder to her. They scarcely speak; each goes his own road, and each is very properly unhappy. + 

“I told Sir Henry he was a fool⁠—yes, was it not brave of me?⁠—and I told him to take Millicent away and be kind to her. Oh, he could have won her back! Instead he took her down into the country where she fretted herself to death. Now she thinks that she hates Crewe. I’ve talked to the man till I am tired, and to no avail. In fact, he sent me about my business. And so they go their ways. Millicent yearns for Roxhythe, because she wants love and Henry seems to have none for her. She sees David at all the houses they visit, and in that way the wound is kept open.” + 

“I see,” said Christopher. “I had some notion of this, of course, but I did not know all. One does not question Roxhythe.” + 

“No,” agreed her ladyship. “One does not. I am very worried over this affaire. I must say that since the fracas Roxhythe hath not paid much heed to Millicent. But they meet everywhere⁠—and Roxhythe is all too magnetic. The child fancies herself madly in love with him.” + 

“I had not thought that. True, she does not look well, and she is less gay, but she scarce glances in Roxhythe’s direction.” + 

“Oh, she hath her pride!” said Frances. She sighed a little, and fell silent. After a few moments she smiled reminiscently. + 

“Chris, who do you think waited on me yesterday?” + 

Christopher shook his head. + 

“Who?” + 

“Our new Earl!” + 

“What, Danby?” + 

“No less. Was it not amusing? I barely know him, and now, suddenly, he comes to see me!” + 

“Perhaps he has long been an admirer,” said Christopher, twinkling. + 

Her lightening smile flashed out. + 

“No such thing. He wanted to prove me concerning Jasper’s political sentiments.” + 

“Did he? What are his sentiments?” + 

“If I knew I do not suppose that I should tell you, my dear boy.” + 

“As I am aware that you do know, I take that as a very decided snub!” + 

“Soit! I’ll tell you: Jasper belongs to no party.” + 

“Wise man.” + 

“So I think. I mislike this Danby.” + 

“That is curious,” remarked Christopher. “I met Harcourt the other day and he said much the same thing.” + 

“Harcourt is very often right. Why does he object to Danby?” + 

“I forget. Something concerning bribery, I think. He mistrusts everyone. Even the King is not above reproach.” + 

“Oh?” Lady Frances studied her fan. “Of what does he suspect the King?” + 

“Some tittle-tattle about selling England to France. Harcourt swallows every wild rumour that is current and firmly believes in it. ’Tis the way of his party.” + 

“I don’t think that, Chris. Harcourt usually has grounds for his suspicions.” + 

“Oh, he hath for this one, the war with Holland, and Shaftesbury’s resignation.” + 

“Ah! By the way, Chris, is not Shaftesbury your friend?” + 

“Hardly. He was a friend of my father’s and he has been very kind to me. Lately I have eschewed his company as he cannot meet me without deploring my regard for Roxhythe.” + 

“I see. That regard is as strong as ever?” + 

“An hundred times more strong!” said Christopher warmly. + 

Lady Frances said nothing. + 

Not ten minutes after Christopher had departed, Montgomery came quickly into the room. Lady Frances laid down her embroidery. + 

“Well, Jasper?” + 

Montgomery flung himself into a chair. His face was overcast. + 

“Has His Majesty been at the House today? Is the dispute ended?” + 

“He has ended it very summarily.” + 

“Oh? What has happened?” + 

“We are prorogued.” + 

Lady Frances started. Her eyes crinkled at the corners; she laughed beneath her breath. + 

“My dear Jasper, he is a marvellous man!” + 

Montgomery shrugged despairingly. + 

“It passes all bounds. We were all in a turmoil over this question of privilege⁠—Shaftesbury’s doing, of course. Had it to do with the Test, or had it not? The Houses were at one another’s throats; the King could do naught to settle the dispute. So he prorogued us. I tell you, Fanny, he’ll o’er-reach himself ere long. First we had Danby foisted upon us. By sheer force we made peace with Holland. That was February of last year. Did Charles recall the troops? No! He gives us shuffling answers. ’Tis my belief he is in French pay. There was dissension. Then Danby employs a little bribery, and all is quiet. The House turns against Lauderdale, as well it might. There was talk of impeachment. More bribery. No more talk of impeachment. Next we have the No-Popery cry, Danby heading it, the King⁠—ostensibly⁠—seconding. + 

“Then the bill offered to the Lords⁠—no person to sit in either House, or to hold any office without declaring all resistance to the King’s power criminal, or without swearing never to attempt to alter the government of Church or State. Pretty, was it not? Well, the opposition arose and debated. So we have next a standing order attached: no oath should ever be imposed the refusal of which should deprive a peer of his seat or vote. Shaftesbury evidently thought it would pass, so what must he do but pick a quarrel with the Lords on Privilege. So were we all in a turmoil. Whereupon Charles prorogues Parliament. ’Tis a scandal, Fanny!” + 

She nodded. + 

“And the Bill?” + 

He pulled down the corners of his mouth. + 

“I’ll swear we have heard the last of that.” + 

“So it is ended. At least ’tis no triumph for Danby.” + 

“No.” He fell silent, watching her moodily. + 

“What of Scotland?” asked Frances at length. + 

“No decision; matters drift on. ’Pon honour, Fanny, the country is in a grievous state! A dissolute King, and a sycophant for minister! I had sooner have Shaftesbury for all his faults.” + 

“Yes.⁠ ⁠…” Lady Frances was frowning. “But Shaftesbury was not to be trusted.” + 

“As we have seen. I think no one is to be trusted save it be my Lord Halifax.” + 

“Oh, Halifax!” she laughed. “He’ll do naught because he cares not enough one way or the other. He hath the wit, though.” + 

“I have a great opinion of him.⁠ ⁠… Who has been here today?” + 

“No one of any moment. Millicent, and later, Chris Dart.” + 

“Dart. Fanny, have you ever learnt anything from that young man?” + 

“He knows nothing.” + 

“He could throw no light on these suspicions concerning the King and France?” + 

“He spoke of it today. He is quite in the dark.” + 

“So Roxhythe was not in any intrigue in that quarter?” + 

“I do not say that.” + 

“My dear Fan! If his private secretary knows naught⁠—?” + 

Lady Frances laid down her needle. + 

“Roxhythe works alone. I believe that when Madame came to England in ’70, it was to negotiate with Charles for Louis. I believe also that Roxhythe was the King’s agent.” + 

Montgomery was worried, but still unconvinced. + 

“I do admire your intelligence, my dear, and true it is that all men eye Roxhythe askance since those rumours began. And yet.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“Wait,” said Lady Frances. “My instinct never errs.” + 

A servant came into the room, holding the door wide. + 

“My Lord Roxhythe, your ladyship.” + 

“Speak of the devil⁠ ⁠… !” muttered Montgomery. He rose. + 

Roxhythe entered. He was dressed in shades of mauve and silver. + 

Lady Frances laughed at him. + 

“Roxhythe, you are like an autumn evening!” she told him. + 

“Then I am inappropriately clad,” he replied, bowing over her hand. “Montgomery, ye seem mighty solemn.” + 

“Ay.” Jasper forced a smile. “You’ve heard the latest news?” + 

“I believe so. Fitzjoyce is engaged to fight Digby out at Islington. On account of Digby’s fair spouse.” + 

“I referred to State affairs,” said Montgomery stiffly. “The King has prorogued Parliament.” + 

“So he has. I remember now.” + 

“I fear he will go too far if he continues to behave in this wise.” + 

“Oh? His move is not approved of?” + 

“Hardly.” + 

Roxhythe handed Lady Fanny to a seat, and sat down beside her. + 

“Well, well. He will be distressed.” + 

Montgomery spoke boldly. + 

“Roxhythe, you possess more influence than does anyone. Why do you not exert it?” + 

Lady Frances looked quickly from one to the other. + 

“Why should I?” asked my lord blandly. + 

“ ’Twere in the interests of the country.” + 

“Um,” said Roxhythe profoundly. “But I never meddle in what concerns me not.” + 

Fanny saw the colour rise to her husband’s cheeks. She gave a little gurgle of laughter. + 

“There’s for you, Jasper! And now we’ll talk of something else, an it please you.” + 

“I’ll not stay then,” answered Montgomery brusquely. “I am like to cast a blight on my Lord Roxhythe’s conversation.” He left the room with a slight bow to Roxhythe. + 

Lady Frances looked troubled. Roxhythe regarded her amusedly. + 

“I seem to have upset your worthy husband,” he remarked. + 

V + 

The Most Noble the Marquis + 

’76 dawned softly. In England there was no Parliament, for in November of ’75 it had refused Charles a grant of money; had even dared to insinuate that he should be in possession of a surplus. It was importunate, and it was straightway prorogued. + 

On the continent Louis still waged war on Holland, but Turenne was dead at Saltzbach, and De Ruyter dead in Italy. A congress was held at Nimeguen, but the war continued, the Prince of Orange doggedly holding his enemy in check. Seldom was he successful in battle. At St. Omer he suffered great losses, but ever he managed just to hold back the French. So Louis approached his cousin Charles tentatively. + 

Negotiations were opened and carried on through M. Barillon, the French ambassador; the Duchess of Portsmouth; and my Lord Danby. Into the negotiations strolled my Lord Roxhythe. + 

Charles was dissatisfied. Louis showed a tendency to meanness. Charles held counsel with his favourite. + 

“David, it is like squeezing money from a stone.” + 

“Is it, Sir?” + 

Charles was petulant. He repulsed one of the spaniels which was trying to leap on to his knee. + 

“It is unsatisfactory, trafficking through Barillon. I do not know King Louis his real mind. As before, we are fenced round with vague terms. I’ll do the thing direct or not at all.” + 

“Ah!” Roxhythe sighed, for he perceived whither this led. + 

Charles shook back his curls. In his eyes was a brooding melancholy look that the favourite knew well. + 

“Barillon speaks me fair and offers little. Louise⁠—” he shrugged. “She leaves me in the dark. Before I enter into a second treaty with Louis I’ll know where I stand. He seeks to trap me.” + 

“Naturally. So the whole matter lies in one short sentence:⁠—Roxhythe must go to France.” + 

The King half smiled. + 

“It seems so, David.” + 

“To discover King Louis his mind?” + 

“Ay. Roxhythe, I have no notion how much I may with safety demand. I would ask⁠—the same as before. Louis would try to beat me down. If I know not what is the maximum sum he will pay I dare not stand adamant. I must know. And there is none like unto you for discovering these matters. I want the thing done quickly; I am tired of all this haggling and bargaining.” + 

Roxhythe nodded. + 

“And when I have discovered this: what then?” + 

“I will have you take a letter to King Louis setting forth my mind.” + 

“But, Sir, why not negotiate then through Barillon?” + 

“Because I dislike the oily-tongued rascal! I’ll lay the matter bare before Louis⁠—he shall know my wants from me alone; not as translated and modified by his own servants.” + 

“Very well, Sir.” + 

“You must go to Monmouth. You have been a-many times, so it will not give rise to suspicion. And from thence to Paris.” + 

Roxhythe cast up his eyes. + 

“Have a little mercy, Sir! Employ one of the Duchess her creatures.” + 

“No. I trust no one save you.” + 

“I am flattered, Sir, of course.” + 

Charles stretched himself, laughing. Some of the shadows had gone from his eyes. + 

“David, ye grow ungallant!” + 

“I grow weary, Sir, and old,” retorted my lord. + 

“Nevertheless, ye will go?” + 

“I suppose I must, Sir.” + 

Charles smiled, full of affectionate understanding. + 

So Roxhythe went again to Paris. + 

During his absence Lady Crewe came one evening to Bevan House, closely veiled. She was ushered into the library where Christopher received her. When he saw who it was who had come to see Roxhythe at such an informal hour, he was horrified. + 

My lady moved agitated hands. + 

“Mr. Dart, I must see my Lord Roxhythe.” Her voice was carefully controlled, but Christopher could detect the flutter beneath her calm. + 

“I am very sorry, Lady Crewe, but⁠—” + 

“Please⁠—do not⁠—make excuses! I must see him.” + 

“Madame, it is impossible. He is not here.” + 

She stared at him, blankly. + 

“Not⁠—here! Oh⁠—I⁠—did not know! I⁠—” She broke off twisting her hands. + 

Christopher watched her. He saw pride struggling with desire, and wondered. Suddenly she turned to him. + 

“Mr. Dart, I want so much to ask my lord not to⁠—not to⁠—go to Lady Claremont’s rout next week!” + 

Christopher looked at her steadily. The reason sounded much like an excuse. He bowed. + 

Millicent read the doubt in his face; she drew herself up proudly. + 

“Will you please deliver that message to my lord as soon as he returns?” + 

Christopher decided that his suspicions were unjust. He came forward, taking her hand. + 

“Will you not be seated, Madame? Of course I will deliver your message, but⁠—forgive me⁠—is it not rather a strange one?” + 

“I⁠—yes, I suppose you must think so. Perhaps he⁠—will not understand⁠—I⁠—oh, promise me you will tell this to⁠—” + 

“Whatever you impart to me I shall treat as a strict confidence.” + 

“Thank you. It is just that⁠—people are talking still about⁠—my lord⁠—and me. And last week⁠—we⁠—I was at Lady Bletchley’s and she presented⁠—Roxhythe⁠—to me, and we had to dance⁠—and my husband was very angry. Now he watches my every movement. He heard my lord ask me if I was to be at the Claremont rout⁠—next week. And then at a coffeehouse there was some vile talk⁠—and oh, I don’t know how it is, but he hath it firmly fixed in his head⁠—that we⁠—that I have arranged to meet⁠—my lord⁠—there, because Henry is not going. He⁠—he is mad with jealousy. He won’t believe⁠—that it is not so. I feel he means to arrive at the rout⁠—later in the evening⁠—and⁠—if my lord is there⁠—and I am there⁠—he⁠—he⁠—is so wild I fear a scene⁠—or that he will challenge my lord. You see, of late⁠—Lord Roxhythe has been at all the balls⁠—and⁠—oh, I dare not stay at home, for then Henry suspects me more than ever! Please, please do not let Roxhythe go to the Claremont rout!” + 

“I will certainly try to prevent it,” soothed Christopher. “But are you sure that your husband is quite as mad⁠—as you think?” He spoke apologetically. + 

“You do not know how wild he is! And⁠—and because I go to Lady Frances’ house who is Roxhythe’s cousin, he thinks⁠—he thinks⁠—oh, it is all too horrible!” + 

“It must be,” said Christopher with feeling. “Will it comfort you if I promise that Roxhythe shall not go to this ball?” + 

“Oh, yes!” she sighed. “Thank you very much!” + 

He showed her out, anxious that she should leave as soon as might be. Hysterical women filled him with nervousness. + 

When he came back to the library his lips pursed. + 

“Thunder of God, what a household! And how indiscreet of her to come here!” He shook his head wisely. + 

When Roxhythe returned two days later, Christopher told him of my lady’s visit. + 

“Little fool,” commented my lord. + 

“Sir, she is naught but a child, and⁠—I believe I am sorry for her.” + 

Roxhythe poured himself out a glass of burgundy. + 

“She behaves so foolishly. I have but to enter the room for her to go pale and then red. They are a melodramatic pair. I wish them joy of each other.” He drained the glass and lounged out. + 

Shortly after noon on the following day Roxhythe was in his private room attending to some affairs. To him came a lackey who announced that Sir Henry Crewe was downstairs and desired to see him at once. + 

One haughty eyebrow rose. + 

“I do not receive,” said my lord. + 

“I thought not,” said a deadly calm voice. “So I followed your servant.” + 

The scandalized footman threw a deprecatory glance at his master. Roxhythe nodded. Sir Henry came firmly into the room; the door closed behind the lackey. + 

Roxhythe looked his visitor up and down. + 

“May I know to what I owe this honour?” he drawled. + 

Crewe was very pale, with determination writ upon his face. + 

“A year ago, sir, you refused to fight me. Since then I have watched you closely. I have seen you at every ball, sometimes in attendance with my wife. I have remarked how many evenings she spends with your cousin. I am not a fool; neither am I blind.” + 

My lord’s mouth twitched. + 

“I am glad to know that,” he said. + 

“Perhaps it surprises you!” sneered Crewe. + 

“I confess I had not given you credit for much brain. Of course if you assure me that I was wrong I have no choice but to believe you.” + 

“You may mock as much as you please, my lord, but you will not evade the point any longer. It has come to my knowledge that my wife came to your house three nights since. I have borne much, but this goes beyond all bounds. One of us dies, my lord. Will you meet me?” + 

Roxhythe balanced his quill on one finger. + 

“I gave you the answer to that question a year ago, my friend.” + 

“You still refuse?” + 

“Certainly.” + 

“Perhaps⁠—” Crewe laughed derisively. “⁠—perhaps you’ll deny that my wife came to your house?” + 

“I am not in a position to deny it. You see, I was not in London.” + 

Crewe laughed again. + 

“A lie!” + 

Roxhythe bowed. + 

“I have called you coward; I now call you liar. Do you still refuse to meet me?” + 

“I do.” + 

An unpleasant smile hovered about Crewe’s mouth. He strode to the door, turned the key in the lock, and pocketed it. Roxhythe watched, mildly interested. + 

“Very well, my lord. You force my hand.” Sir Henry produced a case of pistols. He laid them on the table. “You will find them ready primed, sir, and alike in every respect. You may take your choice. We will stand at opposite ends of the room. It is now two minutes to the hour. When the clock strikes for the third time we fire.” + 

“It doesn’t strike,” said Roxhythe apologetically. + 

Crewe reddened. + 

“Then you may count.” + 

“You are very kind,” murmured my lord. + 

“Have you chosen your weapon, sir?” + 

Roxhythe pushed them away. + 

“My dear, impetuous fool, do you seriously think that I am going to fight you?” + 

“If you do not I’ll shoot you like the dog you are!” + 

“Not in this coat,” said Roxhythe. He stroked its velvet surface lovingly. + 

Crewe curbed his temper with difficulty. + 

“I think you will have no need of coats after today, sir.” + 

“Oh, I trust so,” answered Roxhythe placidly. + 

Crewe picked up one of the pistols. + 

“Do you fire from where you sit, sir?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. + 

Light sprang to the angry eyes. + 

“At last! From where, my lord?” + 

“From nowhere,” said Roxhythe. + 

The nervous hands clenched. + 

“I could strangle you in your chair, you mocking devil!” + 

“I doubt it,” smiled Roxhythe, unruffled. He rose, and came towards the furious young man. “In a very few moments I shall have lost my patience,” he said. “So I advise you to go.” + 

The pistol was raised. + 

“If you call for help I fire!” threatened Crewe. + 

“What I dislike about you is your deplorable manner,” complained Roxhythe. “Don’t wave that thing in my face!” + 

“Pick up that pistol! By God, if you goad me much further I will shoot you out of hand!” + 

“I thought you proposed doing that in any case. I suppose you have not the courage.” + 

Crewe’s finger was on the trigger. His eyes blazed. + 

“ ’Tis not I who lack courage, my lord! ’Tis you!” + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“Do you doubt me?” cried Sir Henry. + 

“You are labouring under a delusion,” replied Roxhythe. “I am not deaf.” + 

“Damn you, pick up that pistol!” + 

The smile became insufferable. + 

“Damn you, pick it up yourself,” said Roxhythe, very urbane. + 

Crewe looked in the handsome, laughing face, saw that my lord was playing with him, would continue to play with him, and went white. In that moment all semblance of sanity left him. He raised the pistol. His hand was trembling, but he controlled it; he had no thought for the consequences; he only knew that Roxhythe was laughing at him, jibing at him. He fired.⁠ ⁠… + 

The report was deafening; smoke flooded the room. As soon as he had pulled the trigger Crewe realized the enormity of his act, and came violently to his senses. He dropped the pistol, shuddering. + 

The smoke cleared. Lord Roxhythe was lying inert upon the floor. Below his right shoulder a great red patch was growing, growing. + 

Crewe stared numbly. The patch was creeping over my lord’s coat, soon it would trickle down on to the carpet. It seemed a pity. Crewe tried to imagine what it would look like when the steadily flowing blood should have reached the floor. It would spoil the carpet; he thought that bloodstains never came out, but he was not sure. + 

Along the passage came the sound of footsteps, running. The door was tried; voices called; someone was trying to burst open the lock. + 

The noise dispelled some of the mists that were gathering about Crewe’s mind. + 

“Wait! wait!” He fumbled in his pocket for the key, and finding it, thrust it into the lock with cold, trembling fingers.⁠ ⁠… + 

The room seemed full of people. They were gathered about my lord’s body, talking excitedly. No one noticed him. How foolish they were! Why try to staunch that blood? Roxhythe was dead. He, Crewe, had killed him.⁠ ⁠… How still Roxhythe lay! He could not look at him. He leant against the wall, sick and cold. + 

Into the confusion came Christopher, swiftly. + 

“What is it? I thought I heard⁠—” he stopped short seeing the agitated group at one end of the room. Like a flash he was across the floor and had thrust two of the men aside. + 

Crewe watched covertly. The red patch was growing and growing; it had reached the carpet. What fools they were! Why did they not stop it? + 

Christopher gave a strangled cry. He was down beside my lord, agonized, feeling for his heart. + 

“My God, no!” he whispered. “Not dead! Not dead!” + 

Those around grew suddenly quiet. + 

Christopher lifted his head from my lord’s breast. + 

“He is alive. James, run for the nearest surgeon! Quickly!” + 

The man hurried out. + 

“John?” He was staunching the blood with deft, tender fingers, as he spoke. + 

Roxhythe’s old servant stood before him, shaking. + 

Christopher looked up. + 

“Get me linen and water!” + 

John fled. + 

“The rest of you, go!” said Christopher. His eyes fell on Crewe, leaning against the wall, face averted. + 

“Crewe!” + 

A footman pushed forward. + 

“Ay, sir! He came an hour since, and forced himself into the room. I thought that he was queer-like then⁠—” + 

“Fool! Why did you let him in?” + 

“But, sir! My lord said⁠—” + 

“Oh ay, ay! See that he does not escape now. My God, if Roxhythe dies⁠—!” + 

Two lackeys seized Sir Henry’s arms and stood holding him. The rest, in obedience to Christopher’s commands, drifted away. + 

John came running with linen and water. Between them, he and Christopher bound the wound tightly, and straightened my lord’s limbs. Then, after what seemed an interminable time, Mr. Burnest, the surgeon, appeared, and attended to the wound. + 

Christopher watched breathlessly as his hands moved about my lord. + 

Burnest finished his examination. + 

“By God’s mercy it has not touched the lung. He will live.” + 

The colour came flooding back to Christopher’s cheeks. John fell on his knees beside the writing-table, sobbing thankfully. + 

Crewe’s voice, hoarse, unlike himself, cut across the room. + 

“He’ll live, you say?” + 

Christopher swung round fiercely. + 

“No thanks to you, you damned scoundrel!” + 

Burnest looked up quickly. + 

“What’s that?” he said sharply. + 

Before anyone had time to answer Roxhythe stirred. Christopher was beside him in a moment, and knelt down on the floor holding one of the beautifully shaped hands in his. + 

The deep brown eyes opened. They were puzzled; then the bewilderment faded, and amusement took its place. My lord regarded the surgeon silently. Then he looked at Christopher. Lastly he frowned. + 

“God’s Body! My new coat!” + 

At the sound of the faint voice, Christopher gave vent to a shaky laugh of relief and pressed my lord’s hand to his lips. Roxhythe saw the blood on his sleeve. + 

“Ruined!” he said. He showed a tendency to rise, and was suppressed. + 

“My lord, you must be still!” commanded Burnest. + 

“If you think I shall continue to lie on this devilish hard floor, you are mistaken,” said Roxhythe faintly. “Chris!” + 

Christopher bent over him. + 

“I implore you to lie still, sir. If you move you will start the bleeding again.” + 

“Send for James and another. I’ll be lifted to the couch.” He saw Christopher glance at the surgeon. “I mean it, Chris.” + 

Burnest knew Roxhythe of old. He shrugged. + 

In five minutes my lord was reposing on the sofa, his wig straight, his side neatly bandaged. Burnest gave him a restorative and his voice grew stronger. + 

John was standing by his side, holding the empty glass. There was a look of dumb agony in his eyes. + 

Roxhythe stretched out his hand. + 

“My dear John, I am not like to die this time.” + 

John kissed his hand. Tears were running down his cheeks. + 

“My lord⁠—my lord⁠—” + 

“Yes. Go and get some canary for Mr. Burnest. Take it into the library.” He turned his head and saw Crewe, standing between the two footmen. He surveyed his servants coldly. + 

“What do you think you are doing?” + 

One of them fidgeted uncomfortably. + 

“My lord, Mr. Dart said⁠—” + 

“You have my permission to go.” + 

They glanced at Christopher, irresolute. + 

“I gave an order.” Roxhythe’s voice was icy. + 

Both men left the room hastily. + 

“Mr. Burnest, Chris will take you into the library. You must be thirsty after your run.” + 

“No, I thank you, sir. I am waiting to bleed you.” + 

“You are very kind,” said Roxhythe. “You will have to wait quite half an hour.” + 

“Indeed, no! It is imperative!” + 

“My good friend this is not the first time that I have been wounded. Chris, take him away.” + 

“I cannot, sir. I beg you will be reasonable.” + 

“You fatigue me,” sighed his lordship. “I am in the middle of a discussion with Sir Henry. I cannot be interrupted in this fashion.” + 

“There has already been an interruption! I want to know what it was!” cried Christopher. + 

“You always were inquisitive. Sir Henry has been showing me his pistols which are of a very exquisite workmanship. Unhappily they have a tricky way of exploding⁠—as you see.” + 

“That will not suffice, sir. You cannot put me off with such an explanation!” + 

The brown eyes were like stones. + 

“That is my explanation. Any who doubt my word may come and tell me.” + 

“Sir, I know something of what lies behind! I⁠—” + 

“Take Mr. Burnest to the library.” + 

“My lord⁠—” + 

“You hear me?” + 

Christopher flushed. + 

“Very well, sir.” He rose sullenly. “Mr. Burnest, will you⁠—” + 

“It is impossible! Lord Roxhythe, you cannot⁠—” + 

“You waste time,” said Roxhythe wearily. + 

“You had best come,” advised Christopher. “It will do no good to argue.” + 

“But⁠—! Heavens, Mr. Dart, he should be put to bed at once! He cannot stay talking to his friends! ’Tis madness! I⁠—” + 

“You heard him. He will ever go his own way.” + 

Burnest knew this. He turned to my lord. + 

“Sir, if I leave you, will you promise not to move, nor to exert yourself in any way?” + 

“Aught you please.” + 

“Then I will go. Against my wish!” + 

“I thank you.” + 

Burnest followed Christopher out. + 

There was silence. Roxhythe pressed his handkerchief to his lips. His face was rather drawn. + 

“Come and sit down, Crewe.” + 

Sir Henry spoke hoarsely. + 

“I’ll not take my life at your hands!” + 

“You will do exactly what I say. Sit down.” + 

Crewe obeyed limply. He had the look of one who is weary beyond words. + 

“Well, I compliment you,” remarked his lordship. “I did not think you would do it.” + 

Crewe flung out his hands. + 

“Before God, I swear I never meant to! It was a sudden madness! I fired before I had time to think! You must believe that! Oh⁠—” + 

“As usual you spoil everything. Including my coat. I had hoped it was your intention. I had thought the better of you.” + 

Crewe stared at him. + 

“You must be⁠—crazed!” + 

“No. Luckily I am sane. So we may come to an understanding.” + 

The wretched man groaned, his head in his hands. + 

“Now, what is this nonsense about your wife?” + 

“You know! Oh, heaven, must you add to your devilry?” + 

“You would greatly oblige me by dropping the heroic pose. You raved some nonsense about my meeting Millicent every day at my cousin her house. I have never met her there.” + 

Crewe looked up. + 

“If I could believe that⁠—!” + 

“You can. Our very harmless little affaire ended last March. I’ll swear to that if my word is not enough.” + 

“No⁠—no. But she came here three nights ago! You cannot deny that!” + 

“I make no attempt to deny it. She had come to ask me not to appear at the rout next week.” + 

“Not to⁠—That seals her guilt!” + 

“Fool. She feared your mad jealousy would prompt you to make a scene. You have so worked on her with your passions that she is well-nigh crazed herself. There is naught between us.” + 

Crewe sprang up. + 

“Swear it! Swear it!” + 

“Very well, I swear it. You can ask her. She will tell the same tale. Last year she was infatuated by me. Soit. It ended as you know. Had you then behaved sensibly towards her all would have been well. You preferred to enact the heroic husband. That too is ended. You’ll go to her and ask her pardon on your knees.” Few had heard that lazy voice so stern. + 

Crewe was silent, fighting himself. + 

“If you say naught concerning this afternoon’s work there will be no scandal. I shall not allow any man to question my explanation. But.⁠ ⁠…” he paused. + 

“But?” Crewe stepped forward. + 

“But you must withdraw yourself for⁠—a year. I suggest you take Millicent away. I believe I suggested that before.” + 

“I see.” Crewe struggled for words. “You have treated me⁠—better than I⁠—deserve, sir.” + 

“Yes,” said Roxhythe. “Goodbye.” + 

VI + 

The King His Will + 

My lord lay in bed, propped up on pillows, rather weak from copious bleeding, but otherwise himself. The surgeon had been amazed at his nonchalance, well as he knew him, for the wound was deep, and the extraction of the bullet had been more than painful. My lord had neither flinched nor swooned. + 

Christopher was seated by the bedside, entertaining him, when John came into the room. + 

“My lord, the King is below.” He said it with the utmost unconcern. In his eyes the King was as nothing beside Roxhythe. + 

Roxhythe picked up his mirror. + 

“Admit His Majesty,” he said. “Give me that comb, Chris.” + 

“Should I not go to escort His Majesty?” asked Christopher, flustered. + 

“No. Give me the comb.” + 

Christopher watched him rearrange two curls. He looked at the door, wide-eyed. + 

John bowed His Majesty in. Roxhythe struggled up. + 

Charles went quickly to him, pressing him back on to the pillows. + 

“Don’t move, Davy! Ah, what a crime!” + 

Christopher withdrew discreetly. + 

Roxhythe kissed his master’s hand. + 

“Sire, you honour me very greatly. I scarce know how to thank you⁠—” + 

Charles sat down. + 

“I came as soon as I heard the news. Some said you were dead; I have been in a ferment! No one knew the truth concerning the matter. Davy, how dared you scare me so?” + 

“I do crave your pardon, Sir. It was not my intention to be shot.” He smiled faintly. His hand rested in the King’s. “It was an accident.” + 

“A curious accident!” said Charles. “I want the truth, David.” + 

“For what purpose, Sir?” + 

“I’ll not have your murderer go unpunished!” + 

“But I am not dead. I repeat⁠—it was an accident.” + 

Charles was incredulous. + 

“ ’Tis not like you to play the magnanimous part, Roxhythe. Are you shielding the man?” + 

“ ’Tis a new departure. A whim.” + 

“You’ll not be avenged?” + 

“By no means.” + 

“David, I will have the truth!” + 

“Sire, I will have your promise.” + 

“That I’ll not pursue the miscreant?” + 

“Yes, Sir.” + 

Charles frowned. + 

“Why, David?” + 

“Because it is my will.” + 

The King tried to keep back a laugh and failed. + 

“Oddsblood, you’re bold!” + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“Very well,” said Charles. “I promise⁠—since it is your will. I suppose you know that I can refuse you nothing?” + 

“You’ve said so, Sir. Crewe conceived himself injured by my attentions to his wife. So he challenged me to fight him. I refused.” + 

“Challenged you! What presumption!” + 

“So I thought. The other day Lady Crewe came to my house⁠—oh, quite innocently! Crewe discovered it, and came to challenge me again. Again I refused. Then the young coxcomb locked the door and laid two pistols before me. It was most exciting. We were to stand at opposite ends of the room and to fire. Oons, but he was furious!” + 

“David, do you tell me that you actually consented to such a proposal?” + 

Roxhythe was pained. + 

“Is it likely, Sir? I continued to refuse. The child was easy to bait. In the end his wrath got the better of him and he threatened to shoot me⁠—er, like the dog I was.” + 

“Insolent!” + 

“Very. I did not think he had the courage to do it. Evidently he had, for here am I.” + 

The King’s brow was very black. + 

“He should be strung up if I had my way!” + 

“Happily for him you have not, Sir. I did consider the matter, but I decided to let him go.” + 

“But why? why?” + 

“There were several reasons. First, it was so damned amusing. And Roxhythe does not descend to vengeance on gnats. He was altogether too little. Lastly there is his wife.” + 

“Sangdieu! Are you so infatuated by that chit?” + 

“No. On the contrary. I am so weary of meeting her and seeing her wan looks cast at me that I am determined to make an end. I have sent them away. Had I handed Crewe over to justice Millicent would have remained. In all probability she would have expected me to marry her.” + 

The King’s lips twitched. + 

“So in this weird fashion you are rid of both?” + 

“That is it, Sir.” + 

“You are wonderful,” said Charles. “And quite unique.” + 

“I believe I am,” said his lordship modestly. + 

“You’ve still to combat the gossip,” warned Charles. “London is shrieking the news that you have been murdered by Crewe. No one will believe your tale of accidents.” + 

“Will they not, Sir! I think they will not dare to disbelieve⁠—openly.” + 

“Perhaps you are right. But you cannot kill talk.” + 

“I shall not try. There will be no talk addressed to me. And Crewe will be out of reach.” + 

“And so it ends! I admit that it is a wise finish. But I would have liked to punish the wretch.” + 

“Sir, I have had enough of heroics. You’ll oblige me by treating the affair as an accident.” + 

Charles laughed at him. + 

“You shall be obeyed, my lord. And now there is another matter.” + 

“I know, Sir. I have been cursing my ill-luck all day.” + 

“So have I. ’Tis not often that you fail me, David.” + 

“I humbly beg your pardon, Sir.” + 

“No, no, Davy! ’Twas not your fault. But devil take us all, what am I to do?” + 

“May I make a suggestion, Sir?” + 

“Provided it bear sense.” + 

“I counsel you to continue your negotiations through Barillon.” + 

“I tell you I’ll not! You say fifty thousand is Louis’ price. It is not enough. Cordieu! the thing is hard to do as it stands. I’ll be well paid.” + 

“Fifty thousand is a very fair price, Sir.” + 

“Before he paid two hundred thousand.” + 

“True. But since then you have played fast and loose with him, Sir. You’ll not get that sum again.” + 

Charles bit his lip moodily. + 

“Does Louis think that it is an easy matter for me to trick my Parliament?” + 

“He remembers that you did it before with great ease, Sir.” + 

“Ay, but now they suspect me. Body o’ God! I’ll not accept a paltry fifty thousand for such a task!” + 

“What says Danby?” asked my lord. + 

“He is a fool.” + 

“I take it that he does not like the Bond?” + 

“Oh he likes it well enough until he is assailed by a fit of virtue. And then he glooms and grumbles. I am sick to death of them all.” + 

“And His Highness?” + 

“As usual he objects to what he terms ‘the bribe.’ He hath no head.” + 

“And Lauderdale?” + 

“To hell with Lauderdale!” + 

“I’m with you there. Beware that man, Sir!” + 

“Pah! I have him in a vice. He fears impeachment.” + 

“So! And now what?” + 

“I’ll write to Louis.” + 

A shadow crossed Roxhythe’s face. + 

“Your Majesty is vague. If it is not an impertinent question, what will you write?” + 

“Asking him for better terms.” + 

The firm lips curled. + 

“You’ll beg of Louis, Sir?” + 

Charles was silent. + 

Roxhythe stared before him. His face was hard, inscrutable. + 

Charles moved his hand wearily. + 

“I’ve no choice. I must have money. Last year I essayed the Commons. You saw what came of it. What else can I do?” + 

Roxhythe turned his head. + 

“Well⁠ ⁠… so be it. After all, what matter?” + 

“What indeed? I knew you would stand by me, Davy!” The King’s spirits had risen. Quickly they clouded over again. + 

“I wanted you to bear the letter to Paris⁠—to plead my cause with Louis. And they tell me you’ll not be out of your room for a week.” + 

“They lie,” said my lord calmly. “But I fear I cannot travel for a week.” + 

“I’ll not have you move from your bed until the surgeon permits. Understand that, Roxhythe!” + 

“Is this an order, Sir?” + 

“An order that I will have obeyed.” + 

“Very well, Sir. And I do not think I should be an apt messenger.” + 

“I am sure you would,” smiled Charles. + 

“No. I am not versed in the art of⁠—begging.” + 

“Roxhythe!” + 

The favourite lay back. There were grim lines about his mouth. + 

“I do not take that tone from any man alive, Roxhythe.” + 

My lord never said a word. + 

The King grew colder. + 

“I await your apology.” + 

“If I have offended, I ask your Majesty’s pardon. I but spoke my mind.” + 

Charles was very angry. He rose and put back his chair. + 

“It seems you want to quarrel with me, Roxhythe. You are under my displeasure.” + 

He stood looking down at the drawn face for a moment. Then he bent, laying his hand on Roxhythe’s. + 

“I had forgot how nigh I was to losing you, Davy. I’ faith, I cannot find it in my heart to punish your rudeness.” His voice was very gentle. + 

Roxhythe’s fingers closed on his. + 

“Sir, you know how great is my love for you! If I have been impertinent ’tis because I cannot bear to have you beg of Louis.” + 

“I know, David, I know! Do you think it does not irk me? But needs must when the devil drives.” + 

“If you say so, Sir, it is enough. Yet I am glad that I cannot bear this letter.” + 

“Now that I know your mind, I’d not ask you. Dimcock must take it.” + 

Dimcock was the King’s private messenger. + 

“Or Church,” said Roxhythe. + 

“No. Church is not faithful.” + 

“When did you discover that, Sir?” + 

Charles smiled. + 

“I discern your triumph. A week ago. I remembered your warnings. Now there is only Dimcock left. I dare not risk an unfaithful messenger with this.” He drew his hand away as he spoke. “I must go, Davy. I doubt I have tired you.” + 

“You have given me new life, Sir.” + 

“Have I? I will come again as soon as may be. And, Roxhythe!” + 

“Sire?” + 

“Promise me you will obey the surgeon! Mordieu, if I were to lose you⁠—!” + 

“I promise, Sir.” Roxhythe stretched out his hand to the bell at his side. Charles rang it for him. + 

As if by magic, Christopher appeared. + 

“Chris, you will escort His Majesty downstairs.” + 

“Ah, Mr. Dart!” The King was pleased to be gracious. “I fear you have a difficult patient.” + 

Christopher smiled, bowing. + 

“No, Sir. My lord is quite tractable.” + 

“I have never found him so,” said Charles. “I charge you very straitly to have a care for him.” He flung a glance at Roxhythe, brimful of mischief. “ ’Twas a grievous accident!” + 

“Yes, Sir,” said Christopher grimly. + 

The King bent over Roxhythe again. + 

“Fare ye well, Davy. I shall come again within a day or two.” + 

Roxhythe kissed his hand. + 

“I can find no words wherewith to thank you, Sir. You are very good.” + 

Christopher accompanied the King downstairs, nearly bursting with pride. + 

“Is the surgeon satisfied with him?” asked Charles, his hand on the baluster. + 

“Yes, Sir. But he urges complete rest. My lord must not move this week.” + 

“See to it that he does not, Mr. Dart. He is very dear to me.” + 

“He is very dear to me, Sir.” + 

Charles looked at him kindly. + 

“That is very well. You have been with him some time, I think?” + 

“Yes, Sir. Close on eight years.” + 

“He has been with me for thirty. There is not his equal on this earth.” + 

Christopher blushed in anticipation of what he was going to say. + 

“Except Your Majesty, Sir.” + 

Charles laughed. + 

“Very good, Mr. Dart!” + 

As they crossed the hall, he spoke again. + 

“I think you were his would-be champion some time ago?” + 

Christopher met his quizzical glance and flushed to the ears. + 

“Why, Sir, I⁠—he would not have it so⁠—but⁠—” + 

“I was much entertained to hear of it. I commend your action, Mr. Dart.” His two equerries joined him. He extended his hand to Christopher, who went on one knee to kiss it. In that moment he would have laid down his life for the King. + 

VII + 

The Hand of Fate + 

The wound was slow in healing, and Roxhythe grew impatient. Then, unexpectedly, came the King. As before, he was ushered into the sick room, but this time he barely waited for Roxhythe to speak before he broke out. + 

“David, the devil is in it this time, and no mistake!” + 

Roxhythe supported himself on his elbow, wincing at the pain the movement gave him. + 

“What’s amiss, Sir?” + 

“Dimcock is down with the fever!” Charles could still laugh, albeit a trifle ruefully. + 

“The hand of fate,” said Roxhythe. + 

“It would appear so. Yet am I determined that this letter shall go.” + 

“Who will you send to take it?” + 

“Plague seize it, I do not know! I trust no one. So I came to you.” + 

“Give me three days, Sir! I’ll do it.” + 

“No, that was not my meaning. You will stay where you are. I thought mayhap you know of a trustworthy man?” + 

“Not I, Sir, alack! Oh, devil take Crewe and his works! That I should fail you when you most need me!” + 

Charles forced him back on to his pillows. + 

“Gently, Roxhythe! Is there no one whom you can call upon?” + 

“No one.” + 

Charles threw himself into a chair. + 

“The luck is against me. I had thought of Louise, but we are at variance for the moment on account of poor Nelly. Oddsfish, but Louise can be very spiteful when she likes! I’ll not approach her.” + 

“Sire, take it as an omen! The Fates are against it. Negotiate through Barillon.” + 

Charles was superstitious by nature, but the appeal failed. + 

“Damme, no! I am determined. Think, David! Is there no one?” + 

“Justin?” + 

“I believe him to be in Shaftesbury’s pay.” + 

“Cherrywood?” + 

“I would send him but that he is in Flanders with Monmouth.” + 

“Then there is no one. Buckingham would have done it, but you have cast him off.” + 

“I’d not trust him. Think again, David!” + 

There was a long silence. Roxhythe lay staring before him, his brain working swiftly. Charles, watching him anxiously, saw his lips tighten suddenly, and his brows draw together. He seemed to be considering. + 

“Roxhythe, do not fail me in this!” besought the King. + 

Roxhythe looked at him wistfully. He sighed. + 

“I will not fail you, Sir. I know of a man.” + 

“Ah! His name?” + 

“Dart.” + 

“Your secretary? I’d not thought of that. But will he do it?” + 

“Yes,” said Roxhythe. “He will do it for my sake.” + 

“And he may be trusted?” + 

“Implicitly.” + 

“Why, David, it could not be better!” + 

“There is a drawback.” + 

“Always the pessimist!” + 

“Perhaps. Christopher will serve you very well provided that he does not know what it is that he does.” + 

“Oho!” Charles pursed his lips. “Sits the wind in that quarter?” + 

“Christopher believes you to be impeccable. He has no notion of French intrigue. He trusts me wholly.” + 

“He would not trust either of us did we send him to Paris,” said Charles gloomily. + 

“We shall not send him to Paris.” + 

“Roxhythe, let me have no riddles! What is it that you propose?” + 

“Send him with your letter to Flanders, with another writ by you to Cherrywood. You can rely on him?” + 

“Ay.” + 

“He will deliver the packet to Cherrywood, who will journey with it to Paris. Chris need do no more. It’s very simple.” + 

“It is well thought out,” admitted Charles. “But what will you tell Dart? There must be no shadow of suspicion.” + 

“I will say that the packet contains private orders for Monmouth. You need have no fear.” + 

“If they are orders for Monmouth he will wonder why he is to take them to Cherrywood,” objected Charles. + 

“No. I shall tell him that they are to be delivered into his hands and not the Duke’s on account of the French spies that do watch Monmouth very closely.” + 

“ ’Tis very intricate, David. Are you sure that you can vouch for Dart?” + 

“I am sure.” + 

“I would Dimcock were not ill,” sighed the King. “I mislike this scheme.” + 

“Can you think of another, Sir?” + 

“No. It must suffice. You’ll pave the way with Dart?” + 

“Yes, Sir. When do you want him to start?” + 

“The letter is not yet writ. Can you spare Dart by Wednesday?” + 

“Sooner.” + 

“Wednesday is soon enough. I’ll bring both letters then.” + 

For a long time after the King had departed, Roxhythe lay still. + 

When he had engaged Christopher eight years ago, it had been because he thought that the boy might prove useful in just such an affair as this. Gradually he had come to see that Christopher’s standards of right and honour were rigid and uncompromising. More than once he had sounded him on the subject, and always he had struck against that Puritanical streak that was at the bottom of his nature. He realised then that Christopher would never serve him as he had intended. Because the boy had become dear to him he had kept him at his side, taking great pains to trick him into oblivion of the intrigues that went on in his house. Looking back, he realised how much Christopher meant to him. He had grown accustomed to his quiet adoration, had come to expect the little attentions that the boy bestowed on him. + 

In some vague way Christopher’s presence was necessary to his happiness. + 

Until today he had relinquished all ideas of using him in his machinations. But today Charles had called on him for help. It was something in the nature of a struggle. If he chose to respect Christopher’s scruples he must fail the King; if he came to the King’s rescue he would perhaps destroy Christopher’s love for him. Secrets often leaked out. For the present he could keep the boy in ignorance of the real purpose of his mission, but one day it was possible that Christopher might discover the truth. + 

The King’s cause had won. Roxhythe’s fondness for Christopher was as nothing beside his love for Charles. Long, long ago he had made his choice; had thrown in his lot with the King; all else had faded before the one man. It was not likely that the tables would be reversed at this stage. + 

Charles had called on him: it was enough. + 

When Christopher presently entered the room Roxhythe pointed to a chair. + 

“Sit down Chris.” + 

Christopher obeyed, somewhat mystified. + 

“His Majesty visited me again today while you were out,” began Roxhythe. + 

“So soon? He was here a very short while since.” + 

“This time he came for a purpose. I can trust to your discretion, Chris?” + 

“Of course, sir.” Christopher was interested. + 

“Yes. You probably know that the King has always to beware of French spies; spies who would not scruple to interfere with his correspondence.” + 

“I do suppose so, sir.” + 

“For this reason he hath about his person several men whom he can trust implicitly. They are his private messengers. When he desires to send dispatches privately these men bear them. But lately two have been discovered to be untrustworthy, another is ill, and the fourth is with Monmouth.” + 

Christopher assented vaguely. He did not perceive the drift of the conversation. + 

“And I,” said Roxhythe, “am also ill.” + 

“Are you a messenger, sir?” + 

“No, but I have played the part ere now. The King dare trust so few men.” + 

“I see. Somehow I did not think you⁠—Go on, sir!” + 

“It so happens that the King wishes to send very private orders to Monmouth, concerning various matters, warning him ’gainst certain men that the King knows to be in French pay. My Lord Danby has couriers, but he cannot vouch for them. You understand that ’twould be ruinous if these dispatches fell into the hands of the French, or into those of some of our number whom we believe to be also in French pay.” + 

Christopher began to see daylight. + 

“Yes, sir. Do you mean⁠—” + 

“I mean that the King has appealed to me to find him a messenger who is above suspicion, who will guard that packet with his life. There are very few men today whom we can trust, but I think that there is one.” + 

“Sir⁠—will you⁠—speak plainly?” Christopher clasped his hands on his knee. + 

“I told His Majesty that I could find him a courier. I had you in mind.” + 

“Oh⁠—sir!” + 

“You will do it?” + 

“Oh⁠—yes! I⁠—I am all amazed! I⁠—can scarcely believe that this honour is to be given⁠—to me!” + 

“It is a very great honour,” said Roxhythe gravely. “I assured His Majesty that you were worthy of it.” + 

Christopher caught his hand to his lips. + 

“How kind you are! I owe it all to you! I⁠—I cannot thank you enough! I do swear that I will prove faithful.” + 

“I know that. You accept the task then?” + 

“Accept! I would do aught in the world for His Majesty⁠—and you.” + 

“So I thought. You served me very well eight years ago. You are older now, and wiser. I can trust to your discretion.” + 

“I do not know why you should, sir! Indeed, I have done naught for you save the most trivial matters! I am overwhelmed.” + 

“You’ve no alarms?” + 

“Sir! When have I shown myself a coward?” + 

“You will be alone this time.” + 

“I do not fear.” + 

“You will need all your wits. Remember, you go in my stead.” + 

“I do remember it, sir. ’Tis because of that that I can scarce believe mine ears! That His Majesty should deign to send me in your place!” + 

“His Majesty acts on my advice. If you fail⁠—if you deliver those letters wrongly⁠—on me will fall the blame.” + 

“I will not! Oh, I swear that I will never give them up save to the Duke himself!” + 

“You will not give them to the Duke. He also is surrounded by spies. It needs a more seasoned head to give them to him without creating suspicion. The King his fourth agent is in Monmouth’s train, as I told you. You will give the packet to him, and he will do the rest.” + 

“Very well, sir. Who is this man?” + 

“You have never seen him. He is named Cherrywood⁠—Frederick Cherrywood. You will find him easily enough, for he is in Monmouth’s household.” + 

“Will he believe me to be the King’s messenger?” asked Christopher. + 

“The King will give you his ring as token. And he will recognize the cipher. This evening I’ll outline your route and give you all minor instructions. You start in two days.” + 

“Two days!” Christopher gasped. “But you, sir!” + 

“What of me?” + 

“You are ill! How can I leave you?” + 

“Strange as it may seem, I have been ill before, and there was no Christopher. The King his will must be obeyed even though I were dying, which I am not.” + 

“Yes, sir, of course! But I wish you were not ill. I do not like to leave you.” + 

“If I were well you would not be asked to bear these dispatches,” Roxhythe reminded him. “However, you need have no qualms concerning me. I am under oath to His Majesty to obey the surgeon.” + 

“If that is so it is very well,” said Christopher. + 

“Yes. His Majesty will give the dispatches into your hands on Wednesday. And remember this, Chris! There must be no talking to Harcourt, or to Lady Fanny.” + 

“Of course not, sir.” Christopher spoke with dignity. + 

On Wednesday Burnest was so satisfied with my lord’s condition that he allowed him, on pressure, to be dressed and carried down to the library. There he reposed on a wide couch, rather exhausted, but cheerful. Christopher arranged his cushions more comfortably. + 

“It has tired you, sir. You had best have kept your room.” + 

“My dear boy, I dislike my room. The hangings are so crude. I shall have it seen to.” + 

“You were never used to object to them,” said Christopher, smiling. + 

“I was never in the room for so long at a stretch before. I believe that green has retarded my recovery.” He ate a comfit. “You are very smart today, Chris.” + 

Christopher blushed, conscious of his modish brown velvet with its gold embroidery. + 

“I see you know how to please His Majesty,” said my lord. “And, I think, here is His Majesty.” + 

Footsteps were coming across the hall; voices were heard, and then the heavy curtain was swung back, and King Charles passed into the room. + 

The footmen straightened their beautifully curved backs and disappeared. + 

Christopher stood stiff. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Roxhythe was trying to rise. He cast an anxious glance in his direction and another at the King. Charles was studying him calmly. He saw the hurried glance at Roxhythe, and turned. + 

“David, I have never met a man so self-willed! Be still!” He clasped Roxhythe’s hand affectionately. “You are better? The surgeon permitted you to come downstairs?” + 

“Should I have dared to disobey Your Majesty’s commands?” smiled my lord. + 

“I do not know!” Charles laughed. “I dare swear you bullied Burnest into complying with your will.” He looked at Christopher. “Eh, Mr. Dart?” + 

Christopher bowed. + 

“There was some slight coercion, Sir,” he replied. “But Burnest consented very quickly.” + 

“I knew it!” said Charles. “Roxhythe, I am of a mind to send you back to bed!” + 

“I beg you will not, Sir. The colour of the hangings has preyed cruelly upon my nerves.” + 

Charles was amused. + 

“The hangings?” + 

“Green, Sir. They remind me of cabbage which I detest.” + 

“The contemplation of cabbages!” chuckled the King. “Is it a fruitful topic?” + 

“Very, Sir. But wearisome. Will you not sit down?” + 

Charles sank into a chair. Again he addressed Christopher. + 

“It is his foible that no one must stand in his presence. It unnerves him.” + 

Christopher was rearranging my lord’s pillows which had fallen in his struggle to rise. He laughed. + 

“I did discover that within a week, Sire.” He stood back, surveying his handiwork. “Is it to your liking, sir?” + 

“Thank you, yes. Since you are acquainted with my foible, sit down!” + 

Charles nodded. + 

“Yes, Mr. Dart. And so to my errand. Roxhythe has informed you of my will?” + 

“Yes, Sir.” + 

“Well?” + 

The King was grave now. Christopher had been conscious of his charm; he now felt the force of his personality. It was overwhelming. + 

“I can scarce thank Your Majesty enough for the great honour you do me. If I may I will serve Your Majesty faithfully.” + 

The far-famed Stuart smile touched the King’s lips. + 

“Very well spoken, Mr. Dart. You have considered everything?” + 

“Sire, I found nothing to consider save that Your Majesty had commands for me.” + 

“A courtier, forsooth! We must see you at Whitehall. Then you will undertake this charge, and swear to carry it through with all care and discretion?” + 

“Yes, Sir.” + 

“You understand that you must exercise the greatest care? You must never allow the packet to leave your person; you must never allow any man however harmless to suspect you of being my envoy; you must deliver the packet into Cherrywood his hands. Whatever happens, none other must see it or know of its existence. You understand?” + 

“I understand, Sir.” + 

“That is well. When you have given it to Cherrywood you will return at once to London with his reply.” + 

“Your Majesty may trust me.” + 

“I do trust you, Mr. Dart. It will be in your power to betray me, yet I believe that no temptation would be strong enough to induce you to do so.” + 

“I swear Your Majesty shall not be disappointed in me! I would serve Your Majesty till death itself!” + 

“I thank you. And I compliment you.” The King drew two sealed packets from his bosom. “This one”⁠—he held up the smaller of the two⁠—“is for Cherrywood’s perusal; the other you will give him to take to Monmouth.” + 

Christopher was on one knee now. Roxhythe flicked a speck of dust from his sleeve. + 

Charles laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder. His voice was almost stern. His fingers gripped. + 

“I give them into your hands. See to it that they do not leave them until you have found Cherrywood. It is my most strict command.” + 

Christopher took the letters. He spoke huskily. + 

“Your Majesty has my word.” + 

“Now swear to me by all that you hold most sacred that you will never by word or sign divulge the secret of this mission.” + 

“I swear it.” + 

The hand left his shoulder. Charles smiled again. + 

“I can offer you no reward, Mr. Dart. But we shall be very pleased to see you at Whitehall.” + 

“Your Majesty⁠—is very good,” stammered Christopher. + 

Charles drew off his signet ring. + 

“You must show this to Cherrywood,” he said. + 

Christopher took it and carried it to his lips. + 

“On my head be it, Sir!” + 

The King’s eyes twinkled. + 

“Put it in a safer place, Mr. Dart,” he advised. + 

And so the interview ended. + 

VIII + 

The Amiable Mr. Milward Again + 

Contrary to his expectations Christopher met with no opposition on his journey to Flanders. He encountered but a single inquisitive gentleman, and he was inquisitive only on one point. The point was whether he was likely to be seasick on board ship. Christopher could not enlighten him. He left him apprehensive and disconsolate. + 

He landed at Dunkirk and went by horse inland. The country interested him greatly, and he was still more interested in the people that he met. He travelled northward, over Dutch ground, and wherever he went he heard nothing but praise of the Stadtholder. Every host of every inn had something to say on the subject. Some were pessimistic, and doubted that, in spite of his great courage and determination, the Prince was too young for the task of expelling the French from the States. Others were confident of his ultimate success. On all sides was hatred for the French. + 

Christopher arrived at length at the little town near which Monmouth had stationed his army. The Duke himself was not in camp, but stayed with his household in one of the largest houses in the town. It had been entirely given over to him, and he contrived, so the landlord of the Setting Sun told Christopher, to while away his time very creditably. + 

On the morning after his arrival Christopher caught sight of the Duke riding out in the midst of a gay cavalcade to the chase. He saw very little change in him. He was burnt by the sun and more developed, but otherwise just the same joyous, carefree Prince who had left England a few years before. + 

After watching the Duke out of sight, Christopher went through the town on a voyage of exploration. + 

He heard a good deal of English spoken around him, and much French. Rather to his surprise he found that the town was seething with Frenchmen, and a few French officers. He was puzzled, but he remembered that England was now a neutral country and might receive whom she pleased in her camps. + 

Presently he arrived at the big marketplace in the middle of the town, and there to his dismay, he came across Mr. Milward, face to face. + 

Escape was impossible. Christopher felt as though his coat were transparent and his precious packet in full view. + 

Milward stared at him. Then he gave a great laugh, and clapped him on the shoulder. + 

“Oddsbody! My young friend of Flushing!” + 

Sick at heart, Christopher assented. He grasped Milward’s hand with an assumption of cordiality. Arm in arm they walked across the square. + 

“What a surprise! I had not thought to see you here, Mr. Dart!” + 

“Nor I you,” said Christopher truthfully. “I am sightseeing. On my holiday, you understand.” + 

“So? You are still with Lord Roxhythe?” + 

“Yes. I have long been desirous of visiting the troops, so he hath given me leave to come.” + 

“I am delighted! Another intrigue?” + 

Christopher stared at him. + 

“Intrigue? Not that I know of!” + 

Milward laughed again. + 

“Oh, you diddled me finely between you! ’Twas but lately that I found out. Gad, but I was puzzled! I knew not what to think, and when I reported to M. de Rouvigny he pulled the longest face I have ever seen! However, naught came of it. The secret leaked out a little while since.” + 

“What secret?” demanded Christopher blankly. + 

“Tut-tut! There’s no need to feign innocence now. I fancy we work together, eh?” + 

Christopher shook his head hopelessly. + 

“You speak of what I know nothing. We went to Holland because of my lord’s disgrace.” + 

“Bah! You know ’twas not so.” + 

“Indeed, indeed, I know nothing! Pray tell me what you mean?” + 

“Oh, if you knew naught, well and good! What is it this time?” + 

Christopher saw that he was not believed. He sighed. “You speak in riddles. I am on my holiday.” + 

“Oho? You know, you need not be afraid to speak. We are all one over this.” + 

By now Christopher was genuinely perplexed. + 

“All one over what?” + 

“Why, your errand, to be sure!” + 

“But I am not come on an errand!” + 

“Soho! You know naught of⁠—M. Barillon?” + 

“I have seen him several times, but⁠—” + 

“But you do not come from him?” + 

“Of course I do not!” + 

Milward wagged his finger expressively. + 

“You are very cautious with me. It is the King, eh?” + 

“What is the King?” + 

“Your errand!” + 

“Milward, pray do not be ridiculous! I have not an idea in my head what it is that you mean!” + 

“Have you not? Oh, I’m not squeezing you! We are one now. Barillon warned us of something of this kind.” + 

“I do not pretend to understand,” said Christopher. “You talk like a madman.” + 

“That’s good, ’pon my soul! Don’t be offended! I won’t question you any further. Had you a fair crossing?” + 

“Very fair,” said Christopher. They went into a little inn. + 

When he at length shook off Mr. Milward he was hopelessly bewildered. From that gentleman’s manner he would seem to be friendlily disposed, but Christopher mistrusted his manner. It almost seemed as though Milward believed him to be in French pay. Well, let him think so! + 

Just before sundown he went to Monmouth’s house. He had no difficulty in entering, and on asking for Mr. Cherrywood, was shown into a small room overlooking the garden. + 

Several gentlemen were strolling across the lawns. They all seemed in excellent spirits; the sound of their laughter floated in at the open window. + 

Mr. Cherrywood came briskly into the room. He was a short, dapper, little man, with bright eyes and a quick speech. + 

“Mr.⁠—Dart? You want me? Have I the honour of your acquaintance?” He spoke courteously, but with a touch of surprise. + 

Christopher bowed. + 

“As yet, sir, you have not. I have something of a private nature to impart.” + 

“Oh? Will you not be seated? We are quite private here. No, they will not hear you from the lawn. What is it that you wish to tell me?” A little of his cordiality had disappeared. + 

Christopher drew off his gloves unhurriedly. In all things he imitated Roxhythe. From his finger he slipped the King’s ring and pushed it across the table to Mr. Cherrywood. + 

Cherrywood picked it up, glanced at it, and rose. His manner underwent a change. + 

“One moment, sir!” He went to the window, and shut it. “You come from His Majesty?” + 

“I have that honour.” + 

“I did not know you were one of us?” The tone was searching. + 

“I am not,” said Christopher. “His Majesty’s envoy is ill. I am bidden to tell you that Church and Justin are not to be trusted.” + 

“Well, well! Perhaps I knew that. You’ve a message? Or a dispatch?” + 

Christopher extricated the two dispatches from his coat. He handed the smaller to Cherrywood, who broke the seal and spread the sheets before him. When he had finished reading he looked rather strangely at Christopher. + 

“Oh! May I have the dispatch⁠—for Monmouth?” + 

Christopher gave it to him. He felt relieved that it was out of his hands at last. + 

“I am to bear an answer to His Majesty, sir, as proof that I have delivered the packet.” + 

“You shall have it. Excuse me for one moment!” He pocketed both documents and hurried out. + 

Christopher picked up the King’s ring and put it on his finger. He felt an odd thrill at wearing it. + 

An elegant, much-beribboned gentleman passed the window and looked in curiously. With him was another still more elegant gentleman. He too stared in. Then he shrugged, and they passed on. Christopher heard him say something in French. + 

Presently Cherrywood returned. He gave Christopher a sealed packet. + 

“There is mine answer. You have the ring?” + 

Christopher held up his hand. + 

“That is well. Now, is there aught else you want of me?” + 

“No,” said Christopher. “But there is something that I would like to tell you.” + 

Cherrywood sat down. + 

“Ah! Well?” + 

“I met a certain Milward today in the town. I know him to be in Barillon’s pay. For reasons which we need not discuss he mistrusts me, thinking me an intriguer. I wish to warn you that he may suspect.” + 

“Milward? Milward? Oh, ay, ay! Thank you Mr. Dart, that will be very well.” + 

“He is a spy,” warned Christopher. + 

“I shall be careful, I assure you. Is that all?” + 

Christopher rose. + 

“That is all. What a quantity of Frenchmen you have in the town!” + 

Cherrywood followed him to the door. + 

“Yes. Well, we are not at war. We suffer all parties to visit us.” + 

“I have seen hardly any Dutchmen.” + 

“Oh, we have a few! Most Dutchmen are fighting, you understand.” + 

“I see,” said Christopher. “I am glad that we ceased war on Holland.” + 

“Certainly. Yes.” Mr. Cherrywood bowed him out. On the steps they clasped hands for a moment. + 

“I compliment you, Mr. Dart; I compliment you. You would make a good envoy. Perhaps we shall see you amongst us ere long.” + 

“I serve Roxhythe,” said Christopher. “I am no intriguer.” + 

Cherrywood favoured him with another hard stare. + 

“Oh! You serve Roxhythe. Well, well!” + 

Christopher was not desirous of meeting Milward again, and he arranged to leave the town early next morning. He was both annoyed and disgusted when his enemy walked into the Setting Sun inn while he was at dinner. + 

Milward espied him and came to sit at his table. + 

“A piece of luck!” he commented. “I thought you were staying at the ‘William’?” + 

“No,” said Christopher. “Are you?” + 

“Oh dear no! I am at”⁠—he paused. “The Flag of Orange.” + 

Christopher disbelieved him on the spot. + 

“We were finely diddled over your master,” continued Milward, presently. “I thought him naught but a court-darling. Dupont knew.” + 

“Really?” Christopher was studiously polite. + 

“Oh, indeed yes! Now, of course we know. Since ’70.” + 

“Why since then?” + 

“Why? Blister me, you’re a pretty young innocent!” + 

“I am glad I find favour in your eyes,” bowed Christopher. + 

“Is it possible that you don’t know? Didn’t you hear?” + 

“I never listen to gossip,” said Christopher. + 

Milward shook his head. He took a long drink. + 

“You puzzle me, you know,” he said. + 

“I am sorry,” said Christopher, and straightway changed the subject. + 

He arrived in London six days later. He drove at once to Bevan House where he found the royal coach drawn up in the courtyard. The footman who admitted him said that His Majesty was with my lord. Christopher decided that nothing could have been more opportune. He gave the lackey instructions to pay the coachman, and raced upstairs to his room. He changed his travel-stained garments for his smartest suit, washed his face, and combed out his fair hair. Then he assured himself that Cherrywood’s letter was in his pocket, and walked downstairs as calmly as he could. His cheeks were flushed; his eyes were very bright. He felt himself a man of some account; his patriotism flared high. + 

Two lackeys stood before the thick curtain that shut off the library. Christopher waved to them to draw it back. + 

“Sir,” expostulated one. “His Majesty is within, visiting my lord.” + 

“I am aware of it,” said Christopher. + 

Reluctantly the man held back the curtain. Christopher walked in. + 

The King was seated with Roxhythe by the window. My lord’s lazy voice was the first thing that Christopher heard. Then Charles burst into a great laugh. + 

“David, you rogue!” His eyes, wandering round the room, alighted on Christopher, who bowed. The laugh died on his lips, and a look of surprise came into his face. + 

“Cordieu! ’Tis our young friend!” + 

Roxhythe turned his head. It was characteristic of him that he showed no surprise. + 

“You arrive at a good moment, Chris.” + 

Charles laughed again. + 

“Thunder of God, but you are like your master! Do you imitate him, Mr. Dart? I did not expect you yet, and here you are as spruce as though you were off to a ball! I wonder, have you been to Flanders at all?” + 

Christopher came forward and dropped on his knee before the King. It was one of the greatest moments of his life. + 

“I have the honour to inform Your Majesty that my mission has been successful.” He offered Charles the packet. + 

The King took it. Roxhythe was contemplating Christopher with amusement. + 

Without a word Charles broke the seal and scanned what was written on the parchment. He tossed it to Roxhythe and bent over the still kneeling figure. + 

“Mr. Dart, I thank you. You have more than fulfilled my expectations.” He said no more than that, yet Christopher, listening to the grave voice, felt himself repaid in full. He could not trust himself to speak. Dumbly he held out the signet ring. + 

Charles slipped it on to his finger. Then he extended his hand. + 

Christopher held it to his lips as long as he dared. + 

“Sire⁠—sire⁠—” he stopped. + 

“Tell me,” said Charles, “is there aught I can do for you?” + 

Christopher looked up into the melancholy brown eyes that yet held such a twinkle in their depths. + 

“Your Majesty⁠—overwhelms me. It is enough to know⁠—that I have pleased Your Majesty⁠—and that I have been⁠—of some use to my country.” + 

Roxhythe regarded the trees outside. + 

“You are sure?” persisted Charles. “I would do aught that was within my power to do.” + 

“There is nothing, Sir. I cannot thank you enough. I am very content.” + 

“Then we shall hope to welcome you at Whitehall. Roxhythe must bring you.” + 

“Your Majesty does me great honour.” Christopher rose, and looked across at my lord. + 

“You are better, sir?” + 

“I am very well, Chris. Were it not for His Majesty I had not remained in this room for so long.” + 

“He thinks me a tyrant, Mr. Dart,” said the King. His solemnity had vanished. + 

“I do,” sighed Roxhythe. “If you had not visited me so often, Sir, I were in my grave today from sheer depression.” + 

“Poor Davy!” The King smiled at him. “I deliver him into your hands, Mr. Dart.” + 

“Your Majesty may rest assured that I shall have a great care for him,” said Christopher. + 

It was not until after dinner that he was alone with Roxhythe. When the wine was before them and the servants had left the room, my lord leaned back in his chair. + 

“Well, Chris, how fared you?” + 

“Very well, sir. My journey was quite uneventful until I arrived at the camp.” + 

“Oh? What then?” + 

“You’ll never guess whom I met there!” + 

“Then I shall not try. Whom did you meet?” + 

“Milward.” + 

“The amiable one! But how charming!” + 

“It was not, sir. He⁠—he bewildered me.” + 

“How?” Roxhythe refilled his glass. + 

“He was very boisterous⁠—by the way, sir, he knows now why we went to Holland in ’68.” + 

“I suppose so. Go on.” + 

“He asked me what fresh intrigue I was busy with. I dissembled, and then he said that he was not trying to squeeze me as he fancied we were at one now. What could he have meant?” + 

“God knows. What else?” + 

“It was all to that tune. He asked me if I were the King his messenger, and he said he was expecting ‘something of the kind.’ He seemed to think that I was in French pay. And he said that I puzzled him.” + 

“The sun must have affected his brain.” + 

“It almost seemed so. He was very strange. He told me that he knew now what manner of man you were. He spoke of 1670 and laughed heartily. He was surprised that I ‘did not know.’ I can only suppose that he is afflicted by Harcourt’s complaint. You remember how they suspected you at the time?” + 

“Ay. Fools.” + 

“I think Milward is a bigger fool than any of them. I was glad to be rid of him.” + 

Roxhythe sipped his wine. + 

“Take my advice, Chris; do not heed these gossipmongers.” + 

“I do not. I never have heeded them. They suspect every one of disloyalty to the country. But I know!” + 

“Yes. You know. And you too love the country.” + 

“Above everything,” said Christopher simply. + 

“So you would never join certain of our respected friends in their machinations behind the country’s back?” + 

“I, sir? How can you ask? I would sooner die!” + 

“Yet many people have warned you ’gainst my supposed nefarious dealings. You remain with me in spite of all?” + 

“Why, sir, I laugh at them! Your nefarious dealings! Oh, ay, my lord!” + 

“And if their suspicions were true: what then?” He looked full into Christopher’s clear eyes. + 

“I⁠—think⁠—it would break my heart, sir,” answered Christopher unsteadily. “But then, it is not so, is it?” + 

Roxhythe touched his lips with his napkin. + 

“No. It is not so.” + 

“Of course it is not!” smiled Christopher. “Oh, sir, I am very, very proud tonight!” + 

“Are you?” said Roxhythe. + 

IX + 

Disillusionment + 

Christopher settled down to his old life very quickly. + 

England was in a state of unrest. In February of the next year Parliament met again. There was universal excitement, and some cries were directed against the King. Harcourt told Christopher that Charles was trying to dispense with a Parliament altogether. Christopher was amused. + 

Roxhythe had lately fallen foul of His Grace of Buckingham, ever his foe, and Buckingham proceeded to wage war on him, writing catchy doggerels which circulated the coffeehouses, and sneering at the favourite on every opportunity. Roxhythe complained that he was becoming a nuisance. Then his Grace overreached himself. He was very vehement on the subject of prorogation. He joined Shaftesbury in the popular cry that by the length of the prorogation the Parliament had ceased to exist. He employed all his caustic wit in this cause, and he grew excited. His section was outvoted, and he, Shaftesbury and Wharton were consigned to the Tower. Gossip whispered and gradually shouted that his imprisonment as one of the ringleaders of the movement was due to my Lord Roxhythe’s influence. Christopher listened, observed my lord, and believed Gossip. My lord smiled and said nothing. + 

In March Christopher received one of Roderick’s rare letters. He found it a bulky package and was surprised. Roderick was not wont to write at length. He settled himself more comfortably in his chair and spread the sheets before him. + 

There was very little preliminary. Roderick inquired after his health, and after that wasted no time in giving vent to his feelings. + 

“… Ye knowe, my dear Chris, how I Do long to See You out of Roxhythe His Service. Once more I Implore You to quit him. With him Ye Breathe the Air of Intrigue, of all thatt is Vile. It is in no Peevish Spirit thatt I Warn You, but in my Zeal for Yr. Welfare, which I have ever to Heart. Ye are Young: it may be thatt Ye are Ignorant of the Machinations of This Man for his Infamous Master. We in Holland have learnt by Bitter Experience never to Trust to Charles His Word. Ye in England must Surely knowe By Now the Truth concerning thatt most Disgraceful Affair in 1670. We knew, very soone after, thatt Charles had sold himself to France in a Shameful Treaty made Secretly with Louis. We sawe how he contrived to Trick his Parliament into wishing for War on Us. We knowe, for the Prince has Zealous Agents, what Partt my Lord Roxhythe played in thatt Treaty. He did haggle with Louis on Charles his Behalf, and did arrange a Secret Meeting for Both Parties. Were Ye not so Blinded by Yr. Love for him, Ye would have seen the Truth from the first. A Doubt Assails me thatt Ye did knowe, and did Connive at the Deed. I tell my self thatt ye are too good a Patriot, but the Doubt remains. + 

“Yr. King plays Fast and Loose with us. He did make Peace, Three Years Since, in ’74. But we knew then thatt his Hand had been Forced, and thatt he was not Desirous of Breaking from Louis. Else why did he Leave his Troops under his Profligate Bastard on this Soil? He did Finely Trick his Parliament, but he did not Deceive His Highness. + 

“Last Year we did Realise thatt he was in Need of Money to squander on his Women, and his Pleasures, for he did send my Lord Roxhythe to Traffic againe with His Highness, giving him Fair Words, and demanding Tribute for his Master. His Highness would have None of it, for he doth knowe how Perfidious is King Charles. We did Expect then to see the English Troops Once More against us, and have not been Disappointed. We do apprehend thatt Charles has Sold Him Self to Louis yet againe. England, without the Knowledge of Her Government, stands against us. The Prince His Agents have Grave suspicions thatt there have been Secret Dispatches passing from Charles to Louis. They do knowe thatt M. Barillon was closetted very Often with the King Last Yeare. + 

“And so I come to the Crux of the Matter. These same Agents who act for His Highness in England do knowe thatt a man went to the English Camp Last Yeare. This Man was You, Christopher. + 

“I do Pray Heaven thatt Yr. Mission was Innocent, and Indeed, we have No Proof thatt it was not. We do but Knowe thatt Ye visitted the Camp when My Lord Roxhythe was abed, Wounded. It is Possible thatt Ye did but go as Many have Gone before You, but we Fear otherwise, knowing You to be in Roxhythe his Service. Hardly a Month from thatt date, the English Army had moved Secretly, to Join the French. + 

“Oh, my deare Brother, I do Implore You to have no Dealings with King Charles! If Ye tell me Yr. Journey to Holland was Innocent I do Believe you, but a Grate Fear hath me in its Grip thatt Ye have been won to Roxhythe his Machinations by Yr. Infatuation for him. Christopher, pray consider what it is thatt Ye do! Think of Our Father his Grief were he Alive and knew thatt Ye were Working against the Country her Good, behind her Back, for a King who hath Neither Honour nor Decency; who does not Scruple to Betray his Country her Honour for a few Pounds! + 

“Ye have Refused to Believe thatt my Lord Roxhythe is not to be Trusted; Ye have shut Yr. Eyes to his Perfidy, seeing only his Fascination. Ye must knowe, however, thatt he Counts no Cost, and hath no Moral Sense. He will gaine his owne, or his Master his Ends by Fair Means or by Foul. Ye knowe his Vaunted Love for King Charles; the Country Counts for naught with him. He setteth Love for Man Above Love for Country. + 

“Christopher, I do fear thatt You too set Grater Store on Man than on Country, and on Right. Be advised by me who have seen so much of the Evils of the Day, do not let this be so. Remember Ye are Yr. Father his Son! Have no Secret Dealings Either for Roxhythe or the King! Deal openly Always, and do not Work against Yr. Country, for I do Earnestly tell You thatt the Country in these Troublous Times Counts for more than All Else. The Country needs True Patriots More than ever it did; do not You join the ranks of those Unworthy Englishmen of whom the King is one, and Roxhythe another! I pray You, do not lightly cast my Warning aside, nor Sneer at it as Ye have sneered at all others. I have no Spite against Roxhythe; I warn you because I knowe what manner of man he is; because I will not have My Brother under his Influence. Naught but Harm can come of it; I implore You, be warned by me! + 

“The Prince his Courage is undaunted by the Many Disasters thatt have befallen him. He doth hold the French King in Check, Daily growing Wiser in War, More Strong in Body. I would ye too might be Induced to Join him who is the One Honest Man.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Christopher read the letter through deliberately. When he came to the end he laid it down with fingers that trembled slightly. Every word rang true. At first his mind refused to grasp all that was set down before him; then, when the first numbness had passed he argued hotly with himself. Roderick had evidently believed the rumours of 1670. How often had he, Christopher, laughed at these rumours? But Roderick seemed to have proofs.⁠ ⁠… Bah! Were the Dutch spies wiser than all others? They too had listened to rumour, and, because Roxhythe had travelled frequently to the Louvre, had jumped to conclusions. It was not possible that the gracious King who had allowed him to kiss his hand, whom he believed in so implicitly, had descended to trafficking secretly with France! And Roxhythe, the lazy courtier, in very sooth an intriguer? Impossible! Yet.⁠ ⁠… How many times had he been warned? How many people had questioned him concerning my lord’s movements? + 

He referred again to the letter. + 

“… for he did send my Lord Roxhythe to Traffic againe with His Highness.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Last year.⁠ ⁠… That must have been when Roxhythe went, ostensibly, to Paris. Christopher had not known that he had gone to Holland. He had been left in the dark.⁠ ⁠… Well! Why not? Was my lord bound to confide in his secretary?⁠ ⁠… But how many more times had he been left in the dark? If my lord could play the emissary to Holland, why not to France? Why had he never thought of that before? Supposing the ’70 rumours were true? Had my lord indeed haggled with Louis for the King’s private ends? Had he been instrumental in selling England? + 

Again he took up the letter. + 

“… And so I come to the Crux of the matter.⁠ ⁠…” + 

He read it through carefully. Peste! Roderick was morbidly suspicious! + 

“… Hardly a month from thatt Date the English Army had Moved, Secretly, to Join the French.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Something seemed to seize his throat; he felt as though he were choking. These words of Roderick’s were based not on suspicion but on hard facts. Roderick was not the man to prevaricate that he might gain his own ends.⁠ ⁠… But it could not be! Roxhythe would never use him so! Nor would the King stoop to sell his Country to Louis. It was unthinkable, ridiculous! Charles was all that was most regal, most upright! Christopher remembered how he had extended his hand; he remembered the thrill that had run through him as he had kissed that hand. Surely, surely Charles was honest? And Roxhythe! It was impossible that he should have consented to use him deliberately, against his convictions! He did not believe it! He would not believe it! Sangdieu! He laughed at such senseless tittle-tattle!⁠ ⁠… + 

“… You not belief’ me. You t’ink heem onselfish and ver’ good. Well, I warn you, eet ees not so. You remember t’at always and you not get hurt.⁠ ⁠…” + 

De Staal.⁠ ⁠… And de Staal had loved Roxhythe.⁠ ⁠… The grave words were ringing in his ears⁠—he could see the whole scene. It was nine years ago. How quiet the street had been! How peaceful was de Staal; how pathetic his love for Roxhythe!⁠ ⁠… + 

“I⁠—like you, Chris. I⁠—don’t want you to get hurt.” + 

Lady Frances.⁠ ⁠… She had warned him repeatedly. What was it she had said? + 

“… You think him very great, very good. Suppose⁠—it were not so? Suppose he were not so true?⁠ ⁠…” + 

Had he been blinded by his love for Roxhythe? Was my lord the ruthless schemer they had all thought him? Even Ashley had warned him. + 

“… I fear he is not so indolent as he would have us believe.⁠ ⁠… I mistrust him. I have always mistrusted him.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Realisation was dawning on Christopher; doubts pulled him this way and that. He would not believe⁠—he did not believe⁠ ⁠… but⁠—oh, God, if it were so!⁠ ⁠… + 

Roxhythe came into the room in his usual leisurely fashion. Christopher ever afterwards remembered his appearance on that day. He was dressed in pearl grey velvet, with soft pink facings and sword-knot. The rosettes on his shoes were of pink satin; rubies sparkled in his cravat and on his fingers. He was carrying a ruby-studded comfit-box, given him by the King. + 

“Russell waxeth very wroth over Buckingham’s imprisonment,” remarked my lord. He gave a twitch to his billowing shirt sleeve. “He and Coventry inveigh against me.” He glanced up and saw Christopher’s face. “Oh. Well, what now?” + 

Christopher handed him Roderick’s letter. + 

“Please⁠—read that, sir⁠—and deny⁠—what is writ there! I⁠—it has disquieted my mind.” + 

Roxhythe sat down on the table-edge. He read the letter through in silence. Then he handed it back to Christopher. + 

“May I ask why such nonsense should disquiet you?” + 

Christopher rose quickly. + 

“It is nonsense, sir? There’s no truth in it?” His voice trembled relievedly. “And yet, sir⁠—” + 

Roxhythe shrugged. + 

“There is a certain amount of truth interwoven, I grant you. The rest⁠—bah!” + 

“Sir, this secret treaty with France that he writes of⁠—it is a lie?” + 

“My dear Chris, best ask His Majesty.” + 

“Ah, don’t evade me! Roderick says that you were implicated in it! Harcourt feared it; Ashley too.” + 

“Your memory is not of the longest, Chris. Did we not discuss this question at the time?” + 

“Ay, sir. You told me then that it was a lie.” + 

“Am I likely to tell you that it was the truth now?” + 

“Tell me again, sir! You are not intriguing?” + 

“I was not.” + 

“I knew it! I knew it! But⁠—” + 

“Well?” + 

“Roderick says that you acted envoy to the Prince of Orange last year. Roderick would not lie to me!” + 

Roxhythe seemed to consider. + 

“Why not?” he said at last. “I have done it before, and you too.” + 

“It was different then! We acted for the country; Ashley was privy to it. Roderick says that this time you acted for King Charles’ private ends⁠—to gain money for him!” + 

“I admire your brother’s imagination, Chris.” + 

“I would I could think it only that! But he writes so earnestly.” + 

“Yes. I had noticed that he seemed concerned,” nodded my lord. + 

“He is concerned. And, sir, if you can intrigue with the Stadtholder for the King, I suppose you can intrigue for him with Louis. You told me naught of your journey to Holland; I cannot help wondering how many times you have plotted without my knowledge.” + 

“I wish you would sit down,” murmured my lord. + 

Christopher ignored him. He was controlling himself with difficulty. + 

“And now I wonder if it was indeed to Monmouth that I took that letter. At the time I thought⁠—it strange⁠—that I should give it to Cherrywood. I⁠—oh, my lord, my lord! Tell me that my suspicions are without foundation! It is not possible that you should have used me as a tool! You could not have done it! You would not!” + 

“My dear Chris, why all this excitement? I could not have done it. I would not! Voilà!” + 

“I wish⁠—oh, how I wish that I could believe you!” cried Christopher. + 

“Oh? Why can you not?” + 

“Sir, forgive me if I malign you, but you have so often journeyed to France⁠—I⁠—and then when you were ill, I had to go⁠—and⁠—oh, I have been warned so many, many times!” He spoke very bitterly. “De Staal told me not to trust you; Harcourt, Ashley, Lady Frances, Roderick! And I⁠—thought⁠—them⁠—fools.” + 

“Belike they were.” + 

“You mean?” There was suppressed eagerness in his voice. + 

“Why, I mean that I have done you no harm nor am not like to.” + 

“It was in truth a letter to Monmouth?” + 

Roxhythe looked at him haughtily. + 

“Is His Majesty’s word not enough?” + 

“I wish I might be convinced! But you see what Roderick says! The army stands against Holland now. Everything comes back to me! Milward’s strange words which I did not understand; the presence of so many Frenchmen in the camp. Oh, my lord, don’t evade me! Or⁠—” he stopped. “Is it possible that you too work in the dark? Do you know naught?” + 

Roxhythe stiffened. His eyes expressed blank amazement. + 

“I? Cordieu, Christopher, do you take me for a catspaw?” + 

Christopher took an uneasy pace across the room. + 

“I suppose not. You were then privy to the whole affair. The King sold himself to France in very truth! You can deny it if you will, but something tells me that it is so.” + 

Roxhythe twisted his rings. + 

“It seems that I must explain. Sit down.” + 

Christopher sank into the nearest chair. + 

“First,” my lord spoke sternly, “I’d have you remember the oath you swore to His Majesty.” + 

“Never to divulge by word or sign⁠—oh, ay! I see it all now!” + 

“Endeavour to be less insane, Christopher. I did go to the Prince of Orange last year. King Charles is in need of money as your brother so sagely remarks. But the Prince is stubborn. He is imbued with the same false views that Roderick holds. Again I failed with him. So perforce, His Majesty turned to France. As to selling himself⁠—pooh! He holds King Louis in the palm of his hand. He does not intend to make serious war on the Dutch, nor to further Louis’ interests abroad. He seeks only to squeeze Louis of money. It is true that we had some sort of a treaty, but you need not fear that Louis will profit by it.” He paused, looking at his secretary. + 

“And this,” said Christopher, “is honour!” + 

“It is a game, Christopher, called Politics. You cannot hope to understand the workings of the game; one must be bred up in it. You may not condemn that which you do not understand.” + 

“I had sooner not understand,” replied Christopher. “It is too black, too dishonourable!” He laughed strangely. “Politics! To keep faith with no one! To try to trick your fellows!” + 

“It is the law of life, my child.” + 

“No, sir. I will never believe that. And it is not politic to work behind the Country’s back.” + 

“The Country has not treated us exiles so well that we need consider it,” answered my lord. + 

“The Country should stand first with every Englishman!” + 

“So you say who have had naught but good from the Country.” + 

“Nothing would make me alter my opinions!” + 

“Why, that is very noble! We look on this from different standpoints. I owe allegiance to none save the King.” + 

“And I⁠—thought the King⁠—Oh, I cannot bear it!” + 

“You thought the King more than human. He is as other men, save that he has more brain than all your patriotic dunderheads clubbed together. What you call love for Country is in reality love for blundering, senseless policy which is not worthy of the name. Your honest statesmen would bring the Country lower than ever King Charles would. Do you think I have not experienced all your feelings? I thought the same as you when I was young. But I was wiser than you are. I saw that King Charles was the man to follow, not ‘the Country.’ I too had to choose which path I would tread. I chose to serve the King. I have seen a great deal in my time, Christopher, but never that the King worked harm on the Country. I have learnt to place my trust in him. You would do well to learn that lesson too. If you are to take an active part in politics of today, you must follow the King, or those of our number whom you believe to be ‘the Country.’ ” + 

“I would follow them! At least they are honest!” + 

“To what avail? What good is honesty in a world of vice? Is Louis honest? You know that he is not. What weapons shall we fight him with but his own?” + 

“You do not fight him! You play into his hands!” + 

“There speaks your ignorance. The King plays into no man’s hands.” + 

“Save his own!” + 

Roxhythe was silent. + 

Christopher clasped and unclasped his hands. + 

“I can understand that having chosen to follow the King you should speak in this vein. I can understand that you would do aught for him. But to trick me! to make me instrumental in selling England to France!⁠—ay, my lord, you may say what you will, but that is what has been done!⁠—I⁠—it⁠—oh, my lord, I trusted you so!” + 

The pent-up cry left Roxhythe unmoved. + 

“It was you or the King, Christopher. You should have followed your brother’s advice and left me long ago.” + 

“I would I had! I would I had listened to Roderick in the first place! But I thought you so good! so honourable! And all the time you were deceiving me, lying to me as you lied to me in ’70 when I asked what you did in Paris! My lord, it would have been kinder to have told me!” + 

A little hardness crept into my lord’s voice. + 

“Mayhap. But you were useful to me. You shielded me from suspicion by your very ignorance.” + 

“I⁠—thought you cared⁠—for me⁠—a little! I loved you⁠—so greatly! I would have done⁠—anything in the world for you! And you⁠—tricked me.” + 

“I do care for you, Chris.” + 

“Ah, no! You would never have treated me thus! I was⁠—useful⁠—to you.” + 

Roxhythe shrugged and opened his comfit-box. + 

“You make too much out of too little,” he said. “And you speak of matters above your head.” + 

“It may seem a little to you, sir. You care naught for Country or patriotism. But I, I have been bred to think only of that! You knew it! You knew how I would have revolted from the task had I known the truth.” + 

The brown eyes narrowed. Still colder became that passionless voice. + 

“Exactly,” bowed his lordship. + 

“I see,” said Christopher wearily. “You are as ruthless as they said. It did not matter what would be my feelings when I discovered the truth. The only thing that mattered was that King Charles should have his way.” + 

“Your sagacity is quite astounding,” said Roxhythe. + 

“And the King⁠—I was so proud to be chosen for the task; so proud to kiss his hand; I believed in him so implicitly. And he joined with you in tricking me!” + 

Roxhythe ate another comfit. + 

Slowly Christopher picked up his brother’s letter. His mouth was very set, his eyes bewildered, terribly hurt. + 

“I cannot as yet⁠—quite realize⁠—everything,” he said unsteadily. “It⁠—it takes time, my lord, to undo⁠—the belief⁠—of years. And it has come so⁠—suddenly.” + 

“When you have considered the matter you will think differently,” replied Roxhythe, snapping his comfit-box. “There’s no harm done; only a jar to a rather fanatic love for Country.” + 

“I shall not think differently. I⁠—I must think what I shall do. My⁠—brain feels numbed. I⁠—I can’t realize that you whom I loved and respected so have done this thing.” + 

“ ‘This thing’ is so delightfully tragic,” remarked my lord. + 

Christopher walked to the door. His hand trembled as he pulled back the curtain. + 

“You’ll⁠—give me leave, sir.” + 

“Yes,” said Roxhythe. + 

Christopher went out. + 

For a long time after he had gone Roxhythe sat twisting his rings, and staring out of the window. At last he gave the faintest of sighs, and shrugged. The smile that came to his lips was not mirthful. + 

X + 

The Bitter Hour + 

All that day and the next Christopher avoided Roxhythe. He was battling with himself, fighting against what he believed to be wrong. + 

The blow to his patriotism had been severe, the blow to his love for Roxhythe severer, but what had been the severest of all was the blow to his pride. He would not admit it, but it was true. At twenty-eight pride is tender. It was not pleasant to think that he had been duped so easily and used as a catspaw. It galled him unbearably. + 

Nothing could kill his love for Roxhythe. It had grown and deepened during nine years; a single blow was not enough to quench it. But the trust was gone. Never again could he believe in my lord. He might pretend, but he knew that in his heart would always be suspicion. He knew now that Roxhythe was the King’s chief adviser and negotiator. When my lord disappeared again, mysteriously, he would know that he was gone on secret business, nefarious business. Men would continue to question him; how could he quiet their fears, knowing the truth? If he assured these questioners of Roxhythe’s innocence he would be acting for my lord, against all that was upright and good. Yet if he left my lord, what else did life hold for him? All these years he had been wrapped up in this one man, managing his affairs, accompanying him almost everywhere, living for him alone. Everyone else had ceased to count with him; Roxhythe was the beginning and the end. + 

Bitterly he reflected that he had learnt never to question my lord’s actions, to trust in him always, to take up the cudgels on his behalf. In return for this he had been tricked in cold blood. Roxhythe was ruthless; Christopher saw that in his turn he was engrossed in one man. All must give way before the King, even he who had served my lord so faithfully for so long. Then came the still more bitter thought: Roxhythe did not care how he had hurt him. He could not, even in the moment of discovery, abandon his flippancy. He treated the whole affair as an amusing episode; he laughed at Christopher’s discomfiture. + 

Christopher tried to imagine what life would be if he continued in Roxhythe’s service. It seemed impossible. His spirit rebelled against working for one who plotted and schemed behind the Country’s back. In time he might perhaps be drawn under by Roxhythe’s influence; he might become as cynical as Roxhythe; he might lose all his patriotism, even as Roxhythe had done. + 

Of the King he could scarcely bear to think. Charles had cast his spell over him, had inspired him with enthusiastic loyalty. He had refused to listen to ill of him; he had thought him all that was best and most noble. Now that ideal was shattered and lay in the dust at his feet. + 

Seated by the open window, looking out into the dusk, a great loneliness crept over Christopher. There was no one to whom he could speak; no one who would listen to the unburdening of his heart. He had sworn an oath to Charles that he would never disclose the secret of his mission to Flanders. That secret must remain with him to the very end, an everlasting shame to haunt him all his life. + 

He had wanted to serve his country. Instead, he had worked against her, helped to lower her honour.⁠ ⁠… + 

The wind blew in at the window, coldly, and moaned a little through the trees without. Only a few embers burned in the grate; the candles were unlit. Christopher did not care. He was cold through and through, but he did not shut the window. He was facing the first big crisis in his life, and he was terribly afraid lest he should play the coward’s part. + 

He knew that his mind was made up and that he must leave Roxhythe. No argument was strong enough to convince him that it would be right to remain. Perhaps Roxhythe would trick him again did the need arise. There would never be trust in him now, and suspicion would surely kill his love. And Roxhythe cared nothing for him. He was merely a useful acquisition. He must leave Roxhythe. But it was hard. Love for man was greater at this moment than love for Country. Right must in the end triumph over wrong, but not without a struggle.⁠ ⁠… + 

Christopher looked round the familiar room. It had been his for eight years. A lump rose in his throat.⁠ ⁠… + 

Another aspect presented itself. Roxhythe had been good to him before this disaster. He had treated him more as a son than as a secretary. Did he not owe something to him? Why had Roxhythe been so good to him? Was it only that he might be of use to him? Christopher had set many uneasy minds at rest in ’70, because he himself had believed in Roxhythe. Nothing is so convincing as innocence. Now that he knew the truth he could not set minds at rest. He could not pose and counterfeit, even if he wished. It seemed likely that Roxhythe would no longer have any use for him. + 

Then Christopher’s head went down on the hard sill, despairingly.⁠ ⁠… + 

Roxhythe had a card-party that night. Christopher should have dined with him, and seen that all was in order. He could not face the inane gaiety, the senseless laughter, the foolish witticisms. He rose jerkily and took up his hat and cloak. In a little while the visitors would arrive; he would hear their voices floating up to his room; tonight he could not bear it. He went quickly out of the room and down the stairs. An amazed footman opened the door for him and watched him descend the steps. Christopher did not care what he thought; only one thing mattered, and that was that he should be out of the house before dinner. + 

He did not return until after eleven. The same footman admitted him and afterwards remarked to his brethren that Mr. Dart looked for all the world as though he had seen a ghost. + 

Christopher went slowly upstairs. A burst of laughter from the library made him wince. He was very tired.⁠ ⁠… + 

My Lord Roxhythe did not appear next morning until twelve o’clock. He came downstairs then, hat in hand, and his gloves already on. + 

Christopher met him at the foot of the stairs, barring his passage. + 

“My lord, may I speak to you⁠—privately?” + 

Roxhythe paused, his hand on the baluster. He stood just above his secretary, looking down into the pale face with eyes that were quite expressionless. + 

“My dear Chris, I am pressed for time. His Majesty expects me.” + 

“I can wait no longer, sir. His Majesty would not grudge me ten minutes.” + 

The straight brows rose perceptibly. + 

“My lord,” said Christopher earnestly. “I think you owe me this.” + 

Roxhythe resumed his passage downstairs. + 

“It is never wise to take that tone with me,” he remarked. + 

Christopher laid a hand on his arm. + 

“Sir, I do beg you will speak to me now! I⁠—I cannot wait!” + 

The hand was removed. + 

“Neither can I,” said his lordship. He went on calmly across the hall. + 

“You will not?” cried Christopher. His eyes flashed. + 

“I shall be in at three,” replied Roxhythe. The next moment he was gone. + 

It was the one thing needed to clinch the matter forever. If Roxhythe had acted differently, if he had exerted himself never so slightly to placate Christopher, love for man might had triumphed. But that was not Roxhythe’s way. + 

Christopher fretted and chafed under the added wrong. By three o’clock there was no doubt left in his mind which way he should decide. + 

He went to the library to wait for my lord. + 

Punctual to the minute came Roxhythe. He surveyed his secretary coolly and laid his hat on the table. + 

Christopher came forward. He was holding fast to his decision. At the sight of Roxhythe it threatened to slip away. No slight that my lord could inflict would ever destroy the magic of his presence. + 

“I⁠—suppose you⁠—you have guessed why I want to speak to you, sir,” said Christopher unsteadily. + 

Roxhythe drew off his gloves. + 

“No. May I ask why you were not present last night?” + 

The old flush rose to Christopher’s cheeks. + 

“I⁠—could not. I was in no mood for it.” + 

“I am sorry,” said Roxhythe. “Perhaps you will inform me next time you feel like that.” + 

“There will be no next time,” answered Christopher very quietly. + 

“I am relieved to hear you say so.” + 

“You do not take my meaning, sir. I desire to⁠—to offer you my resignation.” His voice trembled in spite of all his efforts to control it. + 

There was a long silence. + 

“Oh!” said Roxhythe. “Very well.” + 

So this was the end. Christopher walked slowly to the door. There was a buzzing in his ears, his feet were like lead. He put out his hand to draw back the curtain. He must hold his head high; he must not let Roxhythe see his misery. + 

“Chris?” + 

The drawling voice reached him, full of caress. He wheeled about, saw my lord’s outstretched hand, and stumbled back to where he stood, falling on his knees beside him, the hand pressed to his lips. There was a choking lump in his throat; desperately he clung to that strong, white hand. The fingers closed on his. + 

“So you’ll leave me, Chris?” + 

“I must, I must! My lord, how can I stay after⁠—after⁠—” he broke off hopelessly. + 

“I see no reason why you should not.” + 

“It⁠—is impossible. I could⁠—never⁠—trust you again. If you went on King Charles his business⁠—I should know, and⁠—feel that I was helping to plot against my country.” + 

“You rate yourself high,” said that even voice. “And I thought I told you that it is France, not England that we trick?” + 

“It is almost as bad. Oh, my lord, I have been taught to act honestly always⁠—heaven knows I am wavering⁠—but it is no honourable thing to trick any man by fair words! I cannot, cannot remain with you! There would always be suspicion; I should be of no further use to you, and⁠—I should be wretched!” + 

“Where is your vaunted love for me?” asked my lord sadly. + 

Christopher kissed his hand. + 

“It will always be there sir! Nothing could kill it⁠—I⁠—I would give my life for you.” + 

“Yet when I ask you to stay with me you refuse.” + 

“Do not⁠—oh, do not! It means⁠—sacrificing my honour⁠—my pride⁠—I⁠—oh, cannot you see that it is impossible?” + 

“Honour and pride count for more than Roxhythe?” + 

“Sir, it is right against wrong! You might persuade me to remain with you, but always I should know that I was doing wrong. I⁠—it is⁠—oh, do you think it is not breaking my heart to leave you?” + 

“Chris, try to look at the matter in a more sensible light. You assume that I am the greatest villain unhanged. In fact, you are melodramatic.” + 

“I cannot look at it in what you call a sensible light. I can only see that you intrigue for His Majesty’s private ends, breaking treaties, selling England⁠—and⁠—I⁠—I cannot be privy to it!” + 

“Have I asked you to be privy to it?” + 

“I have eyes, sir. I should know when you went to France what was your mission. I⁠—could not⁠—shield you from suspicion. People have always tried to squeeze me concerning you. How could I reassure them, knowing the truth?” He did not look up; he dared not. + 

“Perhaps you are right,” said Roxhythe. He sighed. “I am sorry.” + 

“I⁠—I cannot make evasive replies; I cannot counterfeit. It might even be that I should⁠—all unwittingly⁠—betray you.” + 

“You could not do that. I am not a clumsy intriguer. But I suppose you must have your own way.” Again he sighed. “We tread different paths.” + 

“Yes⁠—sir. You choose to follow King; I⁠—I cleave to⁠—Country.” + 

“But mine, Chris, is the better part.” + 

“No, sir, no. Yours is the⁠—tempting part⁠—but I believe that mine is the right.” + 

“We shall not agree on that score,” answered Roxhythe. He looked round the room. “Oddsblood, I shall miss you, Chris. You have been with me for so long.” + 

“Nine⁠—years,” said Christopher, little above a whisper. “I, oh, my dear lord, why did you do it? Why did you trick me? I had never found out else! Why, why did you do it?” + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“Is that the way the wind blows? I believe I could persuade you very easily if I tried.” + 

Christopher shook his head. + 

“No⁠—do not try!” + 

“I shall not. I’ll not have you here against your will. Nine years! You must have become a habit, Christopher.” + 

“Yes⁠—that is all. You will not⁠—miss me for long. You will have another⁠—secretary⁠—you will forget that there ever was⁠—a Christopher. ’Tis I who⁠—shall not forget.” + 

“Another secretary.⁠ ⁠… It seems strange.” + 

Christopher’s hold on his hand tightened. + 

“Don’t speak of it, sir! I⁠—can’t⁠—bear it!” + 

Roxhythe bent over him. + 

“Look at me, Chris!” + 

The grey, almost blue eyes met his. + 

“You mean it, Chris? You’ll leave me?” + 

Christopher tried to wrench his gaze away but the steady brown eyes held his. He drew a deep breath. + 

“Yes, sir. I⁠—must.” + 

Roxhythe straightened. He drew his hand away. + 

“I thought I could bend you to my will, Chris,” he said. “It seems I was wrong. Well, what now?” + 

Christopher rose. + 

“I shall stay until you have⁠—found a⁠—secretary, sir⁠—of course.” + 

“Thank you. And then?” + 

“Then⁠—I do not know. I cannot think of the future⁠—as yet.” + 

Roxhythe looked at him thoughtfully. + 

“One thing, Chris, I want you to remember always. Whatever happens, whenever you will, you may return to me. Don’t forget it, child. I shall welcome you back no matter when you come. And if you ever want help, call upon me.” + 

“You⁠—are very good, sir. I⁠—will⁠—remember.” + 

Roxhythe nodded. He watched Christopher go out of the room. Then he picked up his hat and gloves. + 

“So ends the one friendship,” he said aloud. “I wonder⁠—is it worth it?” + 