Book + 

II + 

The Ways Diverge + 

I + 

January, 1669 + 

Christopher settled down very quickly on his return from Holland and took up his abode at Bevan House, Charing Cross. His duties as secretary were not arduous, and consisted for the most part of attending to the affairs of Roxhythe’s country estate, and answering the many invitations that flocked in. + 

He was supremely happy. In spite of all Roderick’s gloomy prognostications his love for Roxhythe grew steadily. True, he had to some extent readjusted his ideas. He no longer held my lord up as a model of good behaviour; he knew that Roxhythe was careless, frivolous, sometimes ruthless. A year ago these facts would have been enough to damn my lord in his eyes, but now he flattered himself that he was broader-minded. He no longer condemned the immoral lives that were led by Roxhythe and his associates. Their frivolity and their rakishness were at times to be deplored, but Christopher could not see that they were without honour. Roderick had insinuated that those who frequented Whitehall were entirely lacking in morals. He had said that each one would barter away his honour for position or money. He had even hinted that there were few who would scruple to betray their country. + 

As far as Christopher could see there was no question of such a contingency. It might be true of some, but of others it was manifestly untrue. With regard to Roxhythe it was ridiculous. He had no interest in politics; he laughed at intrigue. His whole life was spent in waiting on the King, and amusing himself either at Whitehall or at the Louvre. He was above the petty machinations of the day; he belonged to no party; he never schemed for his own ends. + 

Christopher did not pretend to understand him. It almost seemed as though his was a dual personality, yet the second side of him had appeared for so short a space that Christopher half doubted whether he had not been suffering from an illusion. + 

In Holland Roxhythe had shown himself to be cool-headed, energetic, astute. Above all he had proved an expert plotter. He had dropped much of his lazy cynicism; his languor had mysteriously vanished. But when the intrigue was at an end back had come the old Roxhythe, just as languid, just as indifferent. No word of politics ever passed his lips; no suspicion of plotting was evident. + 

Christopher was nonplussed. Eventually he came to the conclusion that Roxhythe was not an intriguer from choice. It was only when commanded by His Majesty that he roused himself. + 

Roderick had inferred that Roxhythe worked not for England but for his own ends. The idea was beneath contempt. Roxhythe had shown clearly that he worked for the King alone. The King, of course, worked for the Country. It was all one. + 

Christopher understood that Roxhythe did not wish his powers as an intriguer to be known. That was natural. Once discovered, he could not act with the same freedom. At first Christopher had thought his habitual indifference a mask, but as time went on he decided that it was as real as the other half of him. He realized that he could never hope to fathom the depths of my lord’s nature; perhaps he did not wish to try. He was content to love an enigma. He knew that Roxhythe could be astute; he knew that he was mostly obtuse; he could be ruthless, or he could be kindness personified. To Christopher he had been kind. He seemed to take an amused pleasure in fathering him; he introduced him at Jeremy’s, one of the great coffeehouses; he took him to routs and to balls. In all matters of dress and fashion he advised him; his house and servants were at Christopher’s disposal. + 

It was a curious friendship. On the one side was boundless affection and unlimited confidence; on the other a casual liking and absolute reticence. Partly it was accounted for by the difference in age. Roxhythe was more than twenty years Christopher’s senior and it was not to be expected that he should confide in the younger man to any great extent. But Christopher knew nothing of Roxhythe’s life. The surface was free for inspection. There were countless amours, countless trivialities, but of what lay beneath the boy had been allowed only a glimpse. Never again had he seen it; all that met his eyes was a cynical roué, fascinating and repellent by turns. He loved this roué as he had never loved before. There had been no woman in his short life, there still was not. Roxhythe possessed his whole heart. Whatever Roderick might say to the contrary, Christopher knew that Roxhythe would always possess it. It was to no avail to analyse the why and wherefore of his love; there was no reason for it but that subtle attraction which my lord held for him. He was content to love, secure in the belief that his love would never be betrayed. He wanted nothing in return; he asked no confidences and was not disappointed that he received none. He gave the very best that was in him, happy that this should be so. + 

Before he had entered Roxhythe’s service his life had been singularly devoid of colour. His mother died when he was a child, and his father had had Roderick’s cold nature. They came of old Puritan stock; they were very godly, and also very repressed. Madam Dart, who was not of her husband’s persuasions, had bequeathed her sunny personality to Christopher. She had nothing else to give him. On account of this bequest there had been no understanding between Christopher and his father, and very little between Christopher and his brother. Both Mr. Dart and Roderick felt that he was not akin to them; they feared that he was weak and easily led astray. They deplored his early craving for excitement, and they did their uttermost to quench the craving. Then, shortly after Roderick’s departure for Holland, Mr. Dart died. At first Christopher felt lost and vaguely frightened, but the feeling had faded and given place to a glorious sensation of freedom. Then Roxhythe had blazed into his life, shocking him. Disapproval had, in its turn, given way to love. His mind had broadened; he lost the shreds of intolerance that had been instilled into him. One thing he retained: love for Country counted above all else. His father’s creed as Christopher’s also. Nothing mattered as much as England. Her honour and welfare must stand first. + 

Roderick had conceived that they did not stand first with either Roxhythe or the King. He was undoubtedly crazed. The King was naturally above reproach. Equally above reproach was Roxhythe. Christopher cast his brother’s warnings to the four winds. + 

He was interested in politics and listened closely to all the arguments that took place at Jeremy’s. There was usually some conversation concerning Home Affairs and the King’s intentions. It was well known that Charles squandered away more money than he possessed, and men wondered how he would contrive to pay off his load of debts. + 

Foreign Affairs were also discussed, especially the menace of France to Holland. Everyone knew that Louis would never rest until he had annexed those Provinces which he claimed, and everyone hoped that England would throw herself seriously into the conflict. Such a contingency would surely turn the scale against Louis. King Louis was universally feared; he was growing too powerful, and too belligerent. It was known, too, that he coveted the throne of Spain for one of his own children. If the ailing young Spanish King died, matters would become serious. On no account must Louis be allowed to seize Spain. + 

Christopher was deeply interested. He had the hatred of the average Englishman of the time for France. He wished that Roxhythe would discuss these matters with him, but Roxhythe only laughed and protested that such conversation was too deep for him. + 

At the present moment my lord was in Paris. He had been away a week, and on Christopher’s shoulders had fallen the strenuous task of making his excuses to the various people whose invitations to routs and dinners he had ignored. + 

These visits to France were always unexpected. Suddenly my lord would remark that he could bear London no longer. He would depart with perhaps a day’s warning. More suddenly would he return, with no warning at all. Christopher supposed that he went because of some Frenchwoman. Gossip said so, and he, knowing Roxhythe, believed Gossip. + 

He was seated in the library one morning, sorting out my lord’s correspondence, when he heard a leisurely footfall without. He lifted his head, listening, for the step was familiar. + 

The curtains over the doorway parted. Roxhythe came into the room. + 

Accustomed as he was to my lord’s ways, Christopher was still surprised. He sprang up. + 

“Sir! I had no idea you were in town!” + 

Roxhythe smiled at him. + 

“Nor was I until an hour ago.” He went to the table and turned over his letters. “You are well, Chris?” + 

“Very well. And you? You had a pleasant visit?” + 

“Quite amusing,” nodded Roxhythe. “Need I look at all these?” He flipped a pile of letters with his finger. + 

Christopher glanced through them. + 

“There are one or two letters from Lady Flora, sir,” he said. + 

“They will keep. She is becoming wearisome.” He sat down. “Have you any news, Chris?” + 

Christopher put the letters in the drawer. + 

“Nothing of great import, sir. Lord Buckhurst requests the pleasure of your company at a supper-party he is giving on Wednesday. I accepted for you. Sir Malcom Digby begs you will honour him on Friday at Shawn House. Mr. Carver gives a dance for Miss Rosiland next month. I have not answered that.” + 

“Carver? I do not think I have the honour.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“You have forgotten, sir. He is the man who gave us shelter the night we rode to Bevan in the storm.” + 

“That wealthy tradesman?” asked his lordship. “What impudence!” + 

“I am to refuse?” + 

“Naturally. Stay⁠—this Rosiland⁠—have you seen her?” + 

“She’s young and shy, sir.” + 

“Oh, refuse, refuse!” said Roxhythe impatiently. “Odds-life, what is the world coming to that that upstart should invite me to his house? Naught else?” + 

“Naught else, sir, unless it be my Lord Arlington’s invitation to supper and cards. I accepted.” + 

“Well I need not go,” remarked my lord. + 

“Then I think you will greatly offend Lord Arlington, sir.” + 

One haughty eyebrow rose the fraction of an inch. + 

“Oh? What maggot has Bennett in his head now?” + 

“He seemed anxious that you should go. And⁠—and he has influence. He was not pleased that you refused his last invitation.” + 

“Oho! You think I should do well not to offend his lordship?” + 

“Well, sir, he would make a powerful enemy.” + 

“But not, I think, so powerful an enemy as Roxhythe.” My lord rose and stretched himself. “I suppose I must to Whitehall.” He lounged out. + 

An hour later, his dress changed, his person powdered and perfumed, he walked into the King’s presence. + 

Charles was in the midst of his Court, talking to Lady Castlemaine. Way was made for my lord to pass up to his couch. He went forward gracefully, bowing to right and left in answer to the many nods and smiles. + 

“Why, here is our good Roxhythe!” cried her ladyship, welcoming him. “See, Sir!” + 

“I see a base deserter,” said Charles. He held out his hand. “I believe you love his French Majesty more than me, David.” + 

Roxhythe bent over it. + 

“No,” he said, inimitably. “His French Majesty was an interlude, no more.” + 

Charles joined in the general laugh. + 

“How doth His Majesty?” he asked. + 

“Very well,” said Roxhythe. “Very expensively.” + 

“Surely that’s Roxhythe?” came a voice from behind. “I thought so! Well, my lord? So you’ve returned to us?” + 

Roxhythe bowed to the slim, graceful youth who came up to the group about the King. + 

“As your Grace sees,” he said. + 

Monmouth leant on the back of the couch, above Charles, smiling, debonair. + 

“I thought I could not be mistaken. I would swear to your presence in a room of a thousand people!” + 

“You are a flatterer,” Roxhythe shook his head. “You had best visit Versailles.” + 

Monmouth sighed. He put back his curls with one delicate, white hand. + 

“I have a mind to. I have a great desire to visit the French Court.” + 

“Ah, no!” said Charles, quickly, raising his hand. He laid it affectionately on his son’s arm. “I cannot spare you, James.” + 

“You spared Roxhythe,” shrugged Monmouth. There was a suspicion of triumph in the glance he shot at my lord. + 

“Needs must,” quoth Charles, ruefully. “Roxhythe stays for no man.” + 

“Not even for Your Majesty?” asked Lady Castlemaine. + 

Charles smiled. + 

“I wonder?” he said. “Can one catch a star?” + 

“I take it ’tis a question of holding a star,” remarked Killigrew, coming up to them. “ ’Twould be interesting to test Lord Roxhythe his devotion.” He spoke lightly, jestingly, but there was too much of the sneer in his voice for Charles’ liking. The look he gave him was cold. + 

“See the wretch now!” exclaimed Lady Castlemaine. She was in great good humour today. “I’ll swear he is searching for his ladylove! Are you not, Roxhythe?” + 

Roxhythe turned his head. + 

“Which one, Lady Castlemaine?” + 

She spread out her hands in mock protest. + 

“The latest; the dearest!” smiled Monmouth. + 

“Alas! There is no dearest.” + 

“What! Dead, my lord?” + 

“No.” Roxhythe sat down. “Faded, sir.” + 

“Already? I thought the little Crosby woman⁠—” + 

“But I tire so easily,” complained his lordship. + 

“You are a scoundrel, Roxhythe.” It was the King who spoke. “I vow I do not know why I keep you near me!” + 

“Oh, I can give Your Majesty the answer to that!” replied Roxhythe, placidly. + 

“Give it then!” Charles turned, ready to be amused. + 

Roxhythe’s eyes travelled slowly round the room. + 

“Amongst so much virtue.⁠ ⁠…” he began, and got no further. Protesting, laughing voices chided him. + 

Charles rose. + 

“Ye all appear horrified at the idea of any virtue being found amongst you,” he sighed, his eyes alight with laughter. “Well, I’ll set your minds at rest. Without doubt ye are the most outrageous subjects in Christendom. David, I want you! I have it in mind to give a ball which shall excel all others ever held between these walls. I must have your sage counsel.” He linked his arm through Roxhythe’s, and shook a reproving finger at his small court. “I’ll leave you to your various wickednesses,” he said. “God wot, ye are not fit company for me!” + 

A slight stir by the door announced the entrance of the Queen. She came slowly across the room on her way to her apartments, a short, insignificant figure, primly garbed in riding-dress. + 

Charles withdrew his arm and went to meet her. + 

Her dark eyes with their vague unhappiness scanned him a thought anxiously as he bent over her hand. + 

“Well, madam? You have been riding?” The King spoke kindly, as one speaks to a child. + 

Katherine inclined her head. + 

“Yes, Sir.” Some of the apathy went out of her voice. “The daffodils are already blooming in the Park.” + 

“Are they so? It was a pleasant ride, sweet?” + 

“Not very, Sir. I wished you had been with me.” She looked up at him sadly. “The people would have cheered.” + 

“Why, madam, they cheer for you!” said Charles, patting her hand. + 

“No,” said the Queen. “No.” She looked round the room. Lady Castlemaine curtseyed as the lacklustre eyes passed her. Katherine made no sign. Then she saw Roxhythe, and smiled. The smile changed her whole face. It held appeal, shy coquetry; it dispersed some of her stiffness. + 

“I did not know you were in London, my lord,” she said. + 

Roxhythe came forward at once, and kissed her hand. + 

“I hope Your Majesty is better than when I left you?” His tone held something near warmth. + 

“I am very well,” answered Katherine. “We have missed you, my lord.” + 

“Your Majesty is too kind,” he said gravely. + 

“You should have been with us today,” she continued. “The spring has come so early this year! The flowers are all opening in the Park. It was very pretty.” Her eyes went back to the King, wistfully. Charles had no interest in flowers; he was not attending. Roxhythe it was who answered. + 

“I shall beg you to let me come in your train again one day, madam,” he said. “You have not asked me of late.” + 

“Because I thought you would not care to,” she replied. “I do wish, though, that you might accompany me.” + 

“I should be very greatly honoured, madam,” he bowed. “I shall await your commands.” + 

“One would almost imagine that he wanted to ride with her!” murmured Killigrew in Buckingham’s ear. “Is it possible that the fastidious Roxhythe is épris in that direction?” + 

Buckingham shook his head. + 

“No. He has always been the same with her. I suppose he seeks to curry favour!” He sneered. + 

Roxhythe followed Charles to his closet. There the King flung himself down on the luxuriously cushioned window-seat. + 

“I doubt the Queen is not happy,” he remarked, frowning. “She takes no interest in our pleasures and she hath always the air of one moped to death.” + 

“The Queen hath a great regard for Your Majesty,” said Roxhythe deliberately. + 

Charles jerked an impatient shoulder. + 

“Oh, ay! Ye think I do not notice her enough. She should be more cheerful. She wearies me⁠—poor woman,” he added. “Ye heard today; the people do not like her nor cheer when she passes. Well, ’tis not my fault.” + 

“If Your Majesty went with the Queen, the people would cheer,” answered my lord. + 

“Roxhythe, I will not be taken to task like this!” said Charles pettishly. “You had best accompany her! The people do always cheer when you ride out. Mayhap she will think ’tis for her.” + 

“You make a mistake, Sir, when you dub Her Majesty a fool.” + 

Charles stared at him. + 

“Are you an admirer?” he asked. + 

“I admire, and have always admired Her Majesty’s brave spirit,” said Roxhythe. + 

Charles was silent. Presently he changed the subject, speaking coldly. + 

“Well, did you ascertain Louis his attitude?” + 

Roxhythe shrugged. + 

“He realizes that he must come to the movement of your finger, Sir.” + 

Charles’ brow cleared as if by magic. + 

“I always thought he would! He may rest assured that I shall move that finger to some purpose. I tell you, Roxhythe, I must have money, or I fall. What is Louis his figure?” + 

“I do not know, Sir.” + 

“Arundell said two million.” + 

“I am sorry to have to disagree with my Lord Arundell, but it is too much.” + 

“Are you sure, David?” + 

“As sure as I am over anything, Sir.” + 

“A pity.” Charles rested his chin in his hand. “Ye think Arundell a fool?” + 

“No. I do not think he understands the French mind.” + 

“Nor I. ’Tis for that reason that I want you to help me. Colbert has proposals to put before me.” + 

M. Colbert de Croissy was the French ambassador, brother to the great Colbert, Minister of Finance in France. + 

Roxhythe was amused. + 

“It should be interesting to hear what he says,” he remarked. + 

“So I think. Roxhythe, I have seen that Clifford may be won over.” + 

“Our incorruptible Chancellor!” said Roxhythe. “Well, well!” + 

“Not at all. He hath great faith in mine integrity. From what he said I gather that Colbert means to put the matter very plausibly. Arlington is, of course, my man; Arundell also. I propose to summon Clifford to my chamber next week when I shall also receive M. Colbert. Then we shall see how the matter strikes Clifford.” + 

Roxhythe nodded. + 

“And what of His Grace of York, Sir?” + 

“James is mad for the promotion of the Catholic faith in the country. All else will fade before that.” + 

“It seems very well,” said Roxhythe. He sighed. + 

Charles heard the sigh. + 

“You do not like it, Roxhythe?” + 

There was a pause. + 

“No, Sir, I do not.” + 

“You do not like that I should make an alliance with France?” + 

“I would it might have been otherwise.” + 

“But it cannot be otherwise,” fretted the King. + 

“No, Sir?” + 

“You know it cannot! I tried to avoid it by an alliance with Nassau, but he’d have none of it. What else can I do? I must have means or I shall be entirely dependent on Parliament. I am sore beset! And now if you turn against me⁠—” + 

“I shall never do that, Sir.” The answer came quietly, but very emphatically. “If you want a compact with France you must have it. It matters nothing to me. Only one thing do I consider and that is your pleasure.” + 

Charles put out his hand. + 

“Ah, David! And yet you dislike it?” + 

“I dislike it⁠—yes.” + 

“Because you think I am planning to sell England to Louis?” + 

His smile crept into Roxhythe’s eyes. + 

“Now you are ridiculous, Sir.” + 

Charles’ hand gripped his. + 

“You believe in me?” + 

“I believe that you will contrive to outwit Louis.” + 

“That is evasive. You think I am not acting for England?” + 

“I know you are not.” + 

Charles laughed. + 

“I suppose you are right. But I do not think I shall harm her.” + 

“Nor I, Sir. And I do not think you will do her any good.” + 

Charles looked at him curiously. + 

“Roxhythe⁠—you care for England?” + 

“I used to, Sir.” + 

“And now?” + 

“Nothing counts save your pleasure. I stand or fall with you.” + 

Brown eyes met brown. + 

“And naught else counts⁠ ⁠… not even the Country?” said Charles slowly. + 

Roxhythe carried the hand that lay in his to his lips. + 

“Since your ways diverge, Sir, no.” + 

II + 

The Offer + 

James, Duke of York, sat at the table drumming on it with restless fingers. Charles, the King, lolled as usual on the window-seat, playing with one of his spaniels. Sir Thomas Clifford, Chancellor, sat stiffly by the fire and looked ill-at-ease, which indeed he was. There was silence save for the yapping of the spaniel. + 

Presently the Duke pushed back his chair. + 

“Will the man never come?” he said. + 

Charles did not raise his eyes. Sir Thomas glanced at the clock. + 

“It⁠—it wants ten minutes to the hour, sir,” he said propitiatingly. + 

James shrugged impatiently. He looked over at his brother. The spaniel’s yapping jarred on him. + 

“Is Lord Roxhythe not expected until three, Sir?” he asked. + 

“No,” answered the King. + 

“Would it not have been better to have seen him before M. Colbert?” James did not conceal his impatience well. + 

“Wherefore?” + 

Charles yawned. + 

Quick footsteps came along the passage. + 

“Perhaps this is he?” hazarded Clifford. + 

“My Lord Roxhythe never hurries,” sneered James. “This is M. Colbert.” + 

The French ambassador entered, and cast a swift glance round the room. He swept a bow to the King. + 

“Sire!” He turned. “Altesse!” He turned again. “Sir Thomas!” + 

Charles nodded easily. + 

“Pray sit down, monsieur. We are delighted to see you.” + 

James rose jerkily and went forward. + 

“You are very punctual, M. Colbert. Will you take this chair? We still lack Lord Roxhythe.” + 

“It still wants three minutes to the hour, sir,” remarked Clifford. + 

“No doubt ye have heard from His French Majesty?” asked James, ignoring the interruption. + 

Colbert bowed. + 

“A plaguey damp day, eh, monsieur?” drawled the King. + 

The Frenchman’s dark eyes twinkled. + 

“As Your Majesty says,” he agreed. + 

“You don’t have such weather in your country,” went on Charles. “ ’Tis a fortunate land.” + 

The Duke shut his eyes, exasperated. Charles glanced at the clock. + 

“The hour,” he said. “And⁠—I think⁠—Roxhythe.” + 

The three other men turned to look at the door. + 

It opened. Mr. Chiffinch, the King’s confidential page, announced my Lord Roxhythe and my lord came in unhurriedly. + 

His chestnut wig was nicely curled, and hung down over his shoulders; his dress was carefully chosen. In one hand he carried his hat; in the other, his comfit-box and cane. His calm, rather ironic eyes travelled slowly round the room, and came to rest on the King. He made a very low bow. Then he made another which included all the room. + 

The Duke of York’s brows drew closer together. + 

“Davy,” sighed the King. “You are punctuality personified! How a-God’s name, do you manage it?” + 

“I really don’t know, Sir,” said Roxhythe. “I believe it must be a habit.” + 

“A vice,” answered Charles, mournfully. “One which I do not possess. I think you know M. Colbert?” + 

“I have that honour,” bowed Roxhythe. + 

“Then I need present nobody,” said the King. “How very fortunate! Oh, sit down, Davy! sit down!” He waved him to a chair. + 

Roxhythe sat down and crossed one leg over the other. He looked expectant. + 

Charles sighed. + 

“Proceed, gentlemen,” he counselled them, stroking his dog’s head. + 

“Do you wish me to⁠—conduct the conversation, Sir?” asked James bluntly. + 

“Pray do!” begged the King. + 

James turned to the Frenchman. + 

“M. Colbert, you advised His Majesty some time since that you had certain propositions to lay before him, coming from King Louis. For the sake of these other gentlemen, will you be good enough to repeat them?” He sat back in his chair, his eyes keen and alert. + 

M. Colbert twisted one of his rings round. + 

“But certainly, m’sieu’. It comes to my master’s ears that King Charles was not quite at one with his Cabinet over the Dutch Alliance. He is relieved, naturellement, for he has always been King Charles’ very good friend and cousin. He feared once that the alliance might lead to war between England and France⁠—oh, ridiculous, of course! but there was a chance of such a thing⁠—and he would be loth to fight one whom he wishes so well. Of course. He knows that there are in England, many Catholic gentlemen⁠ ⁠…” he bowed to Clifford. “… of whom Sir Thomas is one. The interests of the Church are his, as they are of every good Catholic⁠ ⁠…” he bowed to James. “… he is desirous of seeing England return to the old Faith. He believes, too, that King Charles would give much to see this.” + 

King Charles twisted the spaniel’s ears above its head, and eyed the effect pensively. + 

“He realizes, however, that it is not an easy matter for King Charles to drive the true Faith into his country⁠—without assistance. But for such a cause⁠—a cause that is ever nearest his heart⁠—His Majesty would readily lend assistance. + 

“There is also another side, messieurs. For many years England and France have been enemies. His Majesty desires that this shall be so no longer. He would make a compact with England that should seal forever the friendship of two countries that lie at each other’s doors⁠—two countries that are the most powerful in the world. He thinks it more than a pity that such countries should be at enmity, as must be the case if England allies herself with the Provinces. + 

“His Majesty knows that, together, England and France are all-powerful. Together they might do aught they pleased. It might be thought, messieurs, that His Majesty would be desirous of annexing England for his own. Such could never be the case. His Majesty would never interfere with England save at England’s wish. It might be thought that he would desire England to pay him tribute. He does not. If it should be that France makes war, he would want England to join her, should he call for help. He would share with King Charles, not the expenses, which he would pay himself, but the profits of war. He would hold himself bound to come to England’s aid if ever she should call, exacting naught in payment, messieurs, save a share in the profits. More than that even would he be prepared to do: he would bear all the expenses of any war of his making, and a large share of the expenses of a war on England’s side. You must agree, messieurs, that His Majesty is generous.” + 

Clifford moved, turning his head. + 

“To what ends, monsieur?” + 

“To the end, Sir Thomas, that he may prove himself England’s friend, and the Church’s friend.” + 

Clifford pursed his lips. + 

“If this be so, His Majesty is indeed generous,” he said. + 

The Frenchman inclined his head. + 

“There is another private matter,” he pursued, more slowly. “His Majesty apprehends that King Charles finds it difficult to live as should live a Monarch of his degree.” He turned to Charles. “Your Majesty will forgive me if I speak too plainly.” + 

Charles nodded casually. + 

“I thank Your Majesty. King Louis, I say, knows this. During the years of his exile, King Charles his purse was very surely drained, as was natural, in his efforts to come back to an ungrateful people. The many grievous losses that he sustained could not be repaid to him in full. His Majesty, my master, hath a great regard for his cousin; it grieves him to see King Charles in any way pressed for money. He, King Louis, has not had to bear such drains on his private purse, and he is, as you, messieurs, no doubt know, moderately wealthy. Because of this love which he bears King Charles, he is anxious to supply him with means wherewith to live as he should. He knows that King Charles is too noble, too kindly a man to tax his people as did⁠—forgive me, Sire⁠—his father. He thinks it little less than shameful that by reason of this true nobility of mind King Charles should be in want. Quite privately he would desire to make King Charles an allowance. This he could not do, as you must realize, messieurs, if England were at enmity with France. But this private matter has naught to do with the other matter of which I have already spoken. It is a gift from one cousin to another, if King Charles will have it so, and not deem himself insulted by King Louis his offer.” + 

There was a long pause. + 

Roxhythe played idly with the tassels of his glove, his face inscrutable. James was looking at Clifford, who sat staring into the fire. + 

“It is for you, Sir Thomas, to speak,” said the Duke at last. + 

Clifford raised his head. He spoke bluntly. + 

“M. Colbert, King Louis his offer would appear to be generous to an extreme. Yet this offer of money to His Majesty savours too much of bribery for my liking.” + 

The Duke of York stiffened. Over M. Colbert’s face came a look of pained surprise. Roxhythe stopped playing with his gloves. Only Charles paid no heed. + 

“Sir Thomas, I am sure you cannot realize that such a suggestion is little less than an insult to His Majesty!” said James harshly. + 

“And to my master,” came haughtily from Colbert. + 

“I crave His Majesty’s pardon if I offended,” answered Clifford, red to the ears. “But I still say that the offer has that appearance.” + 

James was about to reply, but with a deprecating smile Colbert forestalled him. + 

“You are perfectly right, Sir Thomas. To an evil-thinking world that to no man accords the desire to do good for goodness’ sake alone, King Louis’ entirely disinterested offer smacks of bribery. It is for this reason that he would wish the matter kept secret. He expects to gain nothing by this offer. It is made out of his love for King Charles, not from any desire of gain for himself. He could not, of course, voice such a proposal were England and France at disagreement. I have given you his reasons for wishing their friendship; this private offer to King Charles is no part of it. It has naught to do with the State; it is between man and man. Yet His Majesty foresaw that the public, who, being low-minded, credit all others with their same motives, would cry shame to King Charles for accepting a bribe. The muck and run of men, Sir Thomas, will not believe that a man can be generous, hoping to gain nothing by his generosity. I had not judged you to be of this class; I still do not. I know that you spoke in the heat of the moment, not giving yourself time to reflect. Had you done so, you would have seen how wrong⁠—pardon me⁠—how base were your suspicions.” + 

Clifford met his reproachful look, and stammered hopelessly. + 

“His Majesty knows⁠—that I⁠—that you⁠—that I meant no offence⁠—by what I said. Perhaps⁠—that is, of course, I spoke heatedly. I would not accuse King Louis⁠—of⁠—of descending to⁠—bribery. I could not think that His Majesty⁠—” he cast a flurried glance at Charles, “⁠—would countenance a⁠—a bribe. I⁠—I but said it savoured of that, as⁠—as I think it does, sir!” + 

“It is for that reason that the matter should be kept secret, Sir Thomas. I confess, if I had thought you would take this tone I had not mentioned the matter to you. Knowing you to be an upright man, I had hardly expected you to impute dishonourable motives to others.” + 

Sir Thomas collapsed. + 

“Sir, you misunderstand me! I⁠—I meant no rudeness to His Majesty! I⁠—” he floundered hopelessly and stopped. + 

M. Colbert wiped his lips with a delicately laced handkerchief. + 

“I am much relieved to hear you say so, Sir Thomas. May I now go on to my next point?” + 

The Duke nodded shortly. + 

“It is this: His Majesty is fully alive to the fact that there are in your English Cabinet many honest gentlemen who are yet very stubborn and narrow. They, like many other ignorant people, are averse from dealing with France. They are Protestants, messieurs. They may be drawn to the right way of looking at a French alliance, but at present they will not listen to reason. Once it was proved to them that France desired nothing but friendship from England, their objections would fade. They would see that an alliance with France was for their country’s good. In holding away from it they, all unwittingly, work great harm on England. They cannot be brought round at present, but is it to be permitted that they should do England this great wrong? They have proved stubborn; they have showed that they will not listen to argument. Shall they not then be ignored? They would raise an outcry; they would prevail upon the ignorance of the people; they would prevent an alliance. Then they must know naught until the thing is done, when they will soon see that it is not a great evil, but a great good.” + 

“You mean a secret treaty?” asked Clifford blankly. + 

“Secret only for the moment,” promptly replied Colbert. “Think on what I have said, monsieur, and tell me if this great thing for England is to be quenched by a party of dogged Protestants.” + 

“I do see the truth in what you say, sir, but there are many points against it.” + 

“Will you not name them, Sir Thomas?” + 

“The first and foremost of them is this, sir: what you propose is no less than a violation of the Triple Alliance, whereby we bound ourselves to stand by Holland against France if need be. Your proposal is a treaty with an enemy country made behind the backs of the rest of the Cabinet. It likes me not.” + 

“It is true that we ignore these ignorant gentlemen. But have I not proved to you that it is for England’s good? Do you value these gentlemen’s feelings above your country?” + 

“Not I, sir. But I had sooner that they were made cognizant of the affair.” + 

“So they might hold lengthy debates, raise an outcry, and howl it down? You must see that it is impossible. They will realize afterwards that it is for their country’s good.” + 

Clifford spoke sarcastically now. + 

“Not if you seek to force Catholicism down their throats, sir.” + 

James frowned, biting his lip. Colbert waved his hand expressively. + 

“You do not credit my master with much perspicacity if you do not realize that he has foreseen that, Sir Thomas. He is not an impetuous man. He sees that the introduction⁠—rather, I should say, the furtherance⁠—of Catholicism in England must be brought about slowly, and with great care. He has no mind to raise a hubbub. He has no mind to ‘force’ the Faith into England. He even sees that it cannot be as yet. He is content to wait until King Charles calls to him. If King Charles finds it not necessary to call, he will be the more thankful. He wants not to interfere in another man’s country. Very earnestly does he counsel King Charles not to hasten this great work to its undoing. The time is not yet.” + 

James stirred restlessly, and seemed about to speak. Then he checked himself. + 

After a short pause Colbert continued. + 

“I would not ask you to give a hasty decision, Sir Thomas. I ask you to think over all I have said before you speak.” + 

“I shall most certainly do so,” said Clifford. “I cannot but see that there are great points in favour of this plan, but, as I have told you, there are points which like me not. But I will think on it. Is there⁠—anything further?” + 

“At present, nothing, sir.” + 

“Then⁠ ⁠… ?” Sir Thomas looked hesitatingly at the King. “Have I Your Majesty’s leave to withdraw?” He rose as he spoke. So did Colbert. So also did Charles and Roxhythe. + 

“I too,” said the Frenchman. + 

Charles nodded. He spoke for the first time since the beginning of the interview. + 

“We have to thank you, M. Colbert, for your patience. We will speak on this more fully later on. We will not keep you.” + 

Colbert bowed over his hand and went out. + 

Charles turned to Clifford. His wonderful smile dawned. + 

“You will think me seriously on this, Sir Thomas? And you’ll not believe ill of your poor King?” + 

“Sire!” Clifford caught his hand, kissing it. “I crave Your Majesty’s pardon again and again.” + 

“Why, there is naught to forgive,” said Charles gently. “I but ask that you’ll not think evil of me.” + 

“I could not, Sir! I⁠—I⁠—” Clifford kissed his hand again. “I spoke in heat.” + 

“Then that is very well,” smiled Charles. He watched him leave the room, smiling. + 

“M. Colbert⁠—speaks you very fair, Sir,” said James. + 

Charles regarded him thoughtfully, his eyes alight with laughter. He shifted the dog under his arm. + 

“Damned plausible, a’n’t he?” he chuckled, and walked slowly back to his seat. + 

The Duke watched him uneasily. Roxhythe continued to play with his gloves. + 

“You don’t believe in the French King’s offer, Sir?” asked James abruptly. + 

“I want to know what lies behind.” + 

“You heard M. Colbert.” + 

“I heard a deal of smooth talk.” + 

James sighed. + 

“You don’t trust Louis, Sir?” + 

“Do you?” riposted the King. + 

James stared down at his hand lying clenched on the table. + 

“I trust very few people, Sir. I want no French yoke about our necks. But is this a yoke?” + 

“Louis would wish it to be without a doubt,” replied the King. “The question is: can I circumvent him?” + 

“Yes.” It was Roxhythe who spoke. “Louis cannot afford to offend you, Sir.” + 

“If it comes to that, I cannot well afford to offend Louis,” remarked the King. + 

“Better than can he, Sir. At all costs he must have England, if not at his side, at least not against him. England turns the scale.” + 

“That is so,” agreed James. “If Louis plans more wars on the Continent he must be assured of England’s help. And there is the cause. For that the alliance is all-important.” + 

Charles became exasperated. + 

“James, I am thinking of the Cause, as you call it. What matters it to us if England is Catholic or no? It is a secondary consideration. I am thinking how I may profit by the alliance and yet prevent Louis making of me a catspaw.” + 

“Then, Sir, we are privy to this thing from different motives! I wonder that you weigh your own petty advantages before the great Cause! I am privy to the bond only for the good it may do the country! With France at our back we may successfully drive the Faith into the country. It seems that you are privy to the thing for the pecuniary good it may do you!” + 

Charles nodded amiably. His brother’s outbursts never had the slightest effect on his good-humour. + 

“Quite right, Jamie. And if I am not like to profit overmuch I’ll have naught to do with an alliance that bids fair to be a plaguey nuisance.” + 

Roxhythe laid his hat on the table. Charles glanced affectionately in his direction. + 

“And that brings us to Roxhythe his share in the business. Davy, I have had but one word with you since you returned from Paris. Tell us exactly what you ascertained.” + 

The Duke leaned back in his chair, scowling. He never liked Roxhythe. + 

“There is not much to tell, Sir. As yet the scheme is in embryo. Madame d’Orléans is very secret.” + 

“I wonder if I did right to negotiate through her?” said the King. “But I could trust Holles.” + 

“You did quite right, Sir. Madame is to be trusted. At present she is vague⁠—partly because Louis is vague. We must walk carefully. It has been made clear to me that Louis wants to hold England at his beck and call. The offer of aid to you is a bribe, of course. If he fails to snare you he will try to bribe the more corruptible members of the House. At all costs he must have England to back him in his wars on Holland. Roughly speaking what he wants is this: to have England aid him in these wars, and to have England uphold him in his right to any new titles that may fall to him.” + 

“I had guessed the Spanish business to be in his mind,” said Charles. “That will not harm me. War with the Dutch? H’m! Does he know my people’s temper, I wonder?” + 

“I think he has great faith in Your Majesty’s adroitness. He stipulates too that the Catholic Faith shall be propagated in England. But remember, Sir, war on Holland is his first thought!” + 

“Is it?” said Charles cheerfully. “I do not think it is mine, though.” + 

James lifted his eyes. + 

“The Promotion of the Faith is the first matter to be attended to,” he said. + 

Charles pursed his lips. + 

“I might stipulate for that, Davy. I should gain time.” + 

“You might, Sir.” + 

“You must!” corrected James sharply. “It serves a double purpose. If you successfully drive the Faith in you make your position the more secure, and you know that you have done your duty as a Catholic.” + 

“Very comforting,” said Charles. “The first purpose appeals to me more. There is another thing, Roxhythe.” + 

“What is that, Sir?” + 

“If Louis subdues the Provinces I want provision made for my nephew.” + 

James stared at him. + 

“Why?” + 

Charles did not look at him. + 

“You understand, Roxhythe?” + 

“Yes, Sir.” + 

“But why?” persisted James. + 

“Another double purpose, Jamie. Because I pledged my word to his mother to protect his interests.” + 

“You’ve not done much to protect them during all these years!” + 

Charles spoke with quiet majesty. + 

“I have done all that was in my power to do.” + 

“Beyond protesting to De Witt⁠—” + 

“I could do naught. Nor was it necessary. The Prince has been well cared for, and he was but a child. Now it is different. + 

“Evidently!” said James. “But where is your double purpose?” + 

The King’s eyes met Roxhythe’s. + 

“I believe it were politic to placate my nephew. I desire to stand well with him.” + 

James pulled at his lip. + 

“A mere child. Why?” + 

“Because I think that he will one day become a power not lightly to be overlooked. Are you satisfied?” + 

James was silent. + 

“And now, Roxhythe, it is for you to determine the price. Louis refused the two million.” + 

“Two million?” exclaimed James. “What folly!” He rose. “With your leave, Sir, I’ll withdraw. You will best arrange this alone!” + 

“Very well,” said Charles. He watched him go out. “Roxhythe, you must discover my sister’s attitude in the matter.” + 

“I believe that Madame is fair-minded, Sir.” + 

“What mean you by that?” + 

“That she will favour neither side. If it were possible she would strive for you. As it is she holds herself neutral. She is a wise intermediary, Sir.” + 

“So it seems,” said Charles. “We shall see. In the meantime, Roxhythe, go you to Paris. I shall put this matter before Arlington. I fancy we shall have trouble with him.” + 

“I thought he was your man, Sir?” + 

“So he is. But his wife is Dutch⁠—and of the House of Orange.” + 

“True. Yet he will stand, I think, by you.” + 

“We shall see,” repeated Charles. + 

III + 

Her Ladyship + 

Thus began the negotiations between the Kings of France and England. They were necessarily slow, and they entailed many journeys for the favourite to and from Paris. Christopher noticed that the French visits were becoming more and more frequent and decided that the lady must be unusually attractive. He did not worry his head over it at all. + 

Towards the end of the year came a lull in the proceedings. A deadlock had been reached, and it almost seemed as though the alliance would not take place. Lord Arlington hesitated and demurred, irritating King Louis; and Madame, the fair intermediary, would give Roxhythe no definite answer as to the price that Louis would pay. Both parties were dissatisfied with one another, both demanded what the other would not give. For a time Roxhythe ceased his visits to Paris and found amusement with a certain Lady Crewe, a bride, newly come to town. She was young, beautiful and rather unsophisticated. She was very much in love with her husband, but she was flattered by Roxhythe’s attentions. + 

In October the deadlock had to some extent been passed. The journeys to Paris became more frequent again. During one of them a little stir was created in fashionable London by the arrival of the Lady Frances Montgomery, daughter of the late Duke of Rochefort, and wife of Sir Jasper Montgomery, of the Diplomatic. She had returned from Spain, where she had been for the last three years. She was cousin to my Lord Roxhythe, and before she had married Montgomery there had been much talk of an alliance between her and my lord. Her father had wished it, but evidently she and Roxhythe had not, for London had been denied the thrill of seeing my lord caught at last. The Duke had not looked favourably on Montgomery. His daughter might have married the bluest blood in France or England had she liked. She had been bred in the French Court; she had beauty, wit and that mysterious something known as charm. She had had many suitors, but not one had she accepted. She preferred to remain single, and, as the Duke could refuse her nothing, single she did remain. When she came to the Restoration Court she made a huge success. Charles himself paid her extravagant compliments; the men fell at her feet. Rumour said that she was as astute as Madame, Duchesse d’Orléans, and had more than once had a finger in various intrigues. Then she met Sir Jasper and electrified Society by deciding to marry him. As usual she had her way. There was a magnificent wedding, and she went away with honest but dull Montgomery and was seen no more. + 

Now she had returned because her husband had been ordered home. As soon as the news became general every scrap of gossip concerning her was retailed. A great many people wondered whether she had wearied of Montgomery and whether she would amuse herself with her cousin. + 

It was said of her that she was the one woman with whom Roxhythe had not trifled. They had never been anything dearer than very good friends. + 

When she had been in London for about a week she gave a reception to which all London flocked. She had not asked Roxhythe to come because she believed him to be in Paris, so she was considerably surprised when, midway through the evening, two gentleman were announced, one of whom was the Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe, and the other Mr. Dart. + 

Roxhythe was magnificent in purple and gold. Diamonds scintillated from his breast where his several orders hung, and from his long, thin fingers. He made his entry superbly and swept a glance round the room. + 

Lady Frances was standing with the young Duchess of Monmouth. He saw her at once, recognising her slim, graceful figure. She was talking animatedly, with many tiny gestures of the hand learnt at the French Court, and many lightning smiles that showed pearly teeth behind her red lips. + 

Christopher watched her, conscious of her fascination. He could not take his eyes off her face. It was not so much her beauty which attracted him, but her great vivacity. Her brown eyes flashed as she talked; dimples quivered on her cheeks. Around her was gathered quite a little court, hanging on her lips, waiting for a look or a smile. + 

Roxhythe glanced at his secretary amusedly. + 

“She is quite charming, is she not?” he asked. + 

Christopher drew in his breath. + 

“Is⁠—that Lady Frances?” he said. + 

“That is Lady Frances. A sad minx.” He laughed softly at Christopher’s indignant face. + 

Frances had seen them. She came across the room, hands outstretched. + 

“My very dear David! What an honour!” + 

Roxhythe kissed her hand. + 

“You did not invite me,” he said. “But I came.” + 

“Of course I am delighted! I thought you away, else I should assuredly have asked you to come.” + 

“So I thought,” nodded his lordship, pensively. “May I present Mr. Dart? Chris, Lady Frances Montgomery.” + 

My lady flashed her bright eyes at Christopher. She seemed to search his face for the fraction of a second. Then she smiled. Her smile was wonderful. Christopher fell in love with her on the spot. + 

“I must introduce you to someone very nice,” she decided. “Come with me! David, I want to talk to you, so you must not run to Lady Crewe’s side yet.” She bore Christopher off to the other end of the room. When she came back she found Roxhythe talking to Lord Buckhurst and one or two others. + 

“No,” she said, emphatically. “You may none of you come with us. I’ve not seen Roxhythe for three years, and I’ve much to tell him. Charles, if you love me as much as you swear you do, you’ll entertain Miss Douglas for me.” + 

Buckhurst grimaced. + 

“That’s a poor substitute for you, Fanny!” + 

“Dear Charles, Arabella disapproves of you very thoroughly! ’Twill amuse you.” + 

Buckhurst looked gloomy. + 

“It may. Thy will be done, Fanny!” He walked off. + 

Lady Frances and Roxhythe withdrew to a small room, adjoining the ballroom. Once there, Roxhythe took his cousin in his arms, and kissed her. Lady Frances made no demur. On the contrary, she returned the kiss, and settled herself on a blue and gold couch. + 

“David, do you know that it is very refreshing to see you again?” Her humorous eyes challenged him. + 

Roxhythe sat down beside her. + 

“It must be.” He looked at her quizzically. “The compliment withheld.” + 

“You always were provoking,” she retorted. “But are you not glad to see me?” + 

“Superlatively. You never expect me to make love to you.” + 

“Of course I am flattered,” she said. + 

His lordship was regarding her appraisingly. + 

“I was afraid the climate might spoil you,” he pronounced at length. “Thank heaven, you are as beautiful as ever!” + 

She tilted her head on one side. + 

“I thought I was more beautiful than ever!” she said. + 

“My dear, Jasper is not the judge of beauty that I am. If he told you that, he lied. It were impossible for you to be more beautiful. Riper, perhaps.” + 

“I do not like the word,” she answered, gravely. “Next I shall be overripe.” + 

“And after that, decay,” nodded my lord. + 

“How ungallant of you!” cried Lady Frances, letting fall her fan. Then she laughed. “In truth, we are getting old, Roxhythe.” + 

“We are,” he agreed. “Foiled again, Fanny. Is it London for you now?” + 

“I think so. Unless Jasper is sent abroad again, which is unlikely. Who is the charming boy?” + 

“I don’t know,” replied Roxhythe. “Have you found one?” + 

“David, you must really not try to impress me with your affectations! I mean the boy you brought here tonight.” + 

“Oh, Christopher! Yes, he is rather likeable, isn’t he?” + 

“Who is he?” insisted Frances. + 

“He is my secretary. One of the Darts of Suffolk.” + 

“Your secretary? How came he to be that?” + 

“I really don’t remember. I seem to have had him some time.” + 

“He was not with you when I left England.” + 

“No. I think it must have been shortly after you left. My last was a fool. And so untrustworthy.” + 

“Aha? You wanted a discreet man for some intrigue, I suppose?” + 

Roxhythe looked at her in hurt wonderment. + 

“My dear Fanny, have you ever known me require assistance in an affaire?” + 

“I meant a political intrigue.” + 

“Oh, lud!” said Roxhythe, and was shaken with laughter. “Yes, Fan, that is it. At my time of life I am turned plotter. It is very sad.” + 

She looked at him steadily for a moment. + 

“I wish you would not think me a fool, Roxhythe. How is your beloved King?” + 

“The same as ever. He will be pleased to see you.” + 

“I think he will. I am going to Whitehall with Jasper on Thursday. You will be there?” + 

“Since you are going, yes. The compliment granted.” + 

“You know, I am very glad I did not marry you,” she told him. + 

“So am I,” said my lord. “We should have quarrelled. ’Tis ever the way when both have wit. I suppose you never quarrel with Jasper?” + 

“Insufferable man! I shall go.” She rose, and held out her hand. “Come, David! You must make yourself very agreeable to everyone.” + 

“Why, I rather thought of leaving!” he protested. “I only came to see you.” + 

“Then you will offend me very grievously. Come!” + 

He suffered himself to be drawn to his feet. + 

“If you give way to idle passions you will have lost your chief attraction,” he sighed. “If I succeed in offending you I shall lose all interest.” + 

“What a terrible fate were mine, then!” she mocked. “Oh, here is Jasper come to seek me! Jasper, Roxhythe is worse than ever!” + 

Montgomery grasped my lord’s hand. + 

“I am overwhelmed to see you,” he smiled. “But I cannot have my wife monopolized.” + 

“You have it wrong,” retaliated Frances. “I monopolized him! He is the gr-reat Roxhythe! Oh fie!” she blew him a kiss and rustled away. + 

“She is remarkably fascinating,” reflected my lord. “But no doubt I should have wearied of her.” + 

On the way home Christopher informed Roxhythe that Lady Frances had asked him to wait on her. He also informed Roxhythe that she was the sweetest, loveliest lady he had ever met. + 

My lord settled himself more comfortably in his corner of the coach. + 

“Minx,” he murmured. “So she has you in her toils? I had almost come to think you immune.” + 

“I greatly admire and respect her ladyship,” said Christopher with dignity. + 

My lord closed his eyes. + 

“Yes, that is always the way. Odso, I can scarce remember my calf-love! No doubt she was years older than I.” + 

“You are most provoking tonight,” said Christopher huffily. + 

“So she said,” agreed his lordship. + 

IV + 

Her Ladyship’s Perplexity + 

“That nice child has been here today,” remarked Lady Frances, suddenly. “I am at a loss.” + 

Her husband looked up, smiling. + 

“A novel experience for you, my dear. What child?” + 

“Christopher Dart. David’s secretary.” + 

“Oh? Why are you at a loss?” + 

Lady Frances frowned uncertainly. + 

“I cannot understand how he should be in Roxhythe’s service.” + 

Montgomery laid down his quill. + 

“Proceed!” + 

“Now, do not laugh!” begged her ladyship. “I am in earnest.” + 

“Did I laugh?” + 

“You looked as though you might. That boy is honest.” + 

“Yes?” + 

“I wish you were more intelligent,” sighed her ladyship. “Though Roxhythe assures me we should quarrel an you were.” + 

“I did not know I had been the subject of your conversation that evening last month.” + 

“Oh, you were not! Please don’t sound so offended! We congratulated ourselves that we had not married one another. It was very quaint.” + 

“Highly diverting,” agreed Montgomery, drily. + 

“Indeed, it was! And we nearly did, you know. But never mind that; it’s not what I wanted to tell you. It is about Christopher. He has been with Roxhythe for nearly two years, and he worships him!” + 

“Well?” asked her husband. “What of it?” + 

“That is not all. He⁠—he respects him! And he is such an upright boy! So very honourable!” + 

“You seem to have observed him closely.” + 

“Pho!” said Lady Frances. “He is as transparent as air! He knows naught of plots and plotters. He is a very babe in affairs, and is seemingly blind to what goes on around him. And he is with Roxhythe!” + 

“I cannot see why you marvel at it, Fanny. Roxhythe is no plotter.” + 

Lady Frances leant both elbows on the table. She rested her chin in her hands, and looked steadily across at her husband. + 

“Do you really think that, Jasper?” + 

“Of course I think it!” he answered, surprised. “Roxhythe a plotter? My dear, you have some maggot in your head! The man has no mind for aught save clothes, and women, and witticisms!” + 

“You think he is a fool?” + 

“A typical courtier,” he amended. + 

A curious smile curved her ladyship’s mouth. + 

“Do you think the King a fool?” + 

Montgomery fingered his quill. + 

“No. Alas!” + 

“What use then do you suppose he has for fools?” + 

“None. Save when he uses them as dupes.” + 

“Would he keep a fool ever at his side, think you?” + 

Montgomery perceived whither this led. + 

“Roxhythe amuses him.” + 

“So have other men. Yet they have faded away. Roxhythe remains.” + 

“He is a man of some parts, of course,” admitted Montgomery. + 

“More than that. He is as clever as sin.” + 

“Oh, my dear Fanny, you overrate him!” + 

“I do not. I would wager my reputation that David’s inanities are but a mask.” + 

“Your woman’s imagination runs away with you, my dear. If he were the clever man you say he is, why should he wish to hide his qualities?” + 

“So he might serve the King better.” + 

Montgomery twisted one of the curls of his periwig round his finger. + 

“Oh. Then you infer⁠ ⁠… ?” + 

Lady Frances dropped her eyelids. + 

“Nothing,” she said smoothly. “I only know that I would not trust Roxhythe.” + 

“Trust him! No, nor I. But not because I think him clever.” + 

“Roxhythe acts a part,” said Frances slowly. “Of that I am assured. In his position a man sees many things about Whitehall. Yet he is ever ignorant. He is always indifferent, cynical; he knows nothing. If one speaks of intrigue, he fences, and is flippant. He would have the world believe him the idle court-gallant you think him. The world does believe it. But not Lady Frances!” + 

“Lady Frances is very deep,” said Montgomery, sarcastically. + 

“Lady Frances knows Whitehall and its ways!” she flashed back at him. “I have lived all my life in courts! I know what use have Kings for fools. Why, Jasper, Jasper, where are your wits? Do you forget that Roxhythe has never been away from Charles his side since they fled the country? Charles had no room for any but the most astute during those years. It was plot, plot, plot, all the time!” + 

“Through Roxhythe?” + 

“Roxhythe and others. But certainly Roxhythe.” + 

Montgomery sat silent for a while. + 

“I have a great respect for your wisdom, my dear, as you know. Yet I think in this you are wrong. If Charles had need of plotters, he had also need of men to divert him. Such is Roxhvthe.” + 

Lady Frances shut her lips firmly. After a moment she spoke again. + 

“One day you’ll know I was right, Jasper. And you will marvel, even as I do, that Christopher Dart was ever in his service.” + 

“Mayhap,” shrugged Montgomery. He went on writing. + 

Lady Frances left the room. She went up to her own boudoir, and, from her escritoire, took a letter from her very dear friend, Aimée de St. Morny, Lady-in-waiting to Madame, Duchesse d’Orléans. + 

“… I was Interested Yesterday, my dear Fanny, to Meet a Kinsman of Yrs. I mean le Marquis de Roxhythe, who is perhaps épris de Madame, who is sans doute éprise de lui. He is ever in Attendance on her, and Shows himself très beau cavalier.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“Oh!” said my lady. “Oh!⁠ ⁠… Well, it may be so. It is even probable. And yet⁠ ⁠… I think I shall watch my good Roxhythe.” She nodded briskly and locked the letter away in her desk. + 

V + 

Lady Crewe + 

It was some weeks later that Christopher met an old friend, whom he had not seen for some years. He saw him in the Strand one morning, coming out of one of the houses. He caught his arm. + 

“Sydney Harcourt!” + 

Harcourt stared for a moment in perplexity. Then his face cleared, and he grasped Christopher’s hand. + 

“Chris!” + 

Christopher linked his arm in his. Together they strolled down the Strand. + 

“I had not thought to meet you today, Sydney!” + 

“Nor I you. ’Oons, lad, but you’ve changed!” He laughed. “You are a man now!” + 

“I have need to be!” + 

“Yes? Roderick is still abroad?” + 

“With the Prince of Orange,” nodded Christopher. “I have not seen him for two years. I was at the Hague in ’68, and I found him greatly changed.” + 

“Is that so? He was a very bright youth when I knew him!” + 

“He’s like a psalm-singing Puritan now,” said Christopher gloomily. “But tell me of yourself, Sydney! What do you do?” + 

“I am with Russell as his confidential secretary,” replied Harcourt. “And you?” + 

“I have much the same post, I fancy,” smiled Christopher. “I am Lord Roxhythe his secretary.” He said it with pride, and was gratified by Harcourt’s start of surprise. + 

“With Roxhythe? You, Chris?” + 

Christopher nodded. + 

“I have been with him for nearly two years. Roderick is very angry with me because of it.” + 

Harcourt compressed his lips quickly. + 

“I confess, I, too, am⁠—surprised. You are with a strange man, Chris.” + 

“I am with a very great man,” retaliated Christopher. “If you think to warn me ’gainst my lord, let me tell you that I take such warnings very ill.” + 

The shrewd grey eyes looked into his. + 

“Oh?” said Harcourt. “I am to congratulate you, then?” + 

“If you like,” answered Christopher. + 

“Then of course I do. Why should I seek to warn you?” + 

“Heaven knows! Most people have tried to.” + 

“I shall not, I assure you. You should count yourself fortunate to be with perhaps one of the most influential men of the day.” + 

Christopher was pleased. After that they spoke no more of Roxhythe. He refused an invitation to dine that night, pleading that he was going to Lady Crewe’s masquerade, but he accepted for Friday. Then they parted. + 

When Christopher returned to Bevan House he found that Roxhythe had returned unexpectedly from Paris. Overjoyed he hurried into the library where my lord was seated. + 

“How very delightful, sir! I did not expect you for another week!” He kissed Roxhythe’s hand. + 

My lord smiled at him. + 

“Are you really so pleased to see me, Chris?” + 

“Why, of course I am!” said Christopher, surprised. “How can you ask?” + 

“So few people are. The King, Fanny, and you. It is quite refreshing. Is everything well with you?” + 

“Yes, very well. Oh, I had well-nigh forgotten! Lady Crewe came here on Wednesday. She⁠—was very annoyed.” + 

“What an imprudent child she is!” said Roxhythe. “What ailed her?” + 

“It seems you did not go to her ball last week.” + 

“Did I not? No, I remember now.” + 

“She said you had promised to be present. I found it quite impossible to placate her. I explained that you were in Paris, but she was the more angry. She left a letter for you.” + 

Christopher chuckled a little, hunting through the desk for it. Roxhythe watched him, a twinkle in his eye. When the note was handed him he unfolded it leisurely and started to read. + 

“A woman’s letter,” he remarked at the end, “is at all times a thing to marvel at. An angry woman’s letter is a thing to ignore. Remember that, Chris!” He tossed the note into the fire. “Have I an engagement for tonight?” + 

“Yes,” said Christopher, still chuckling. “You have. It is the night of Lady Crewe’s masquerade.” + 

Roxhythe’s lips twitched. + 

“It will be amusing,” he said. “We will go to it.” + 

It was not until they were seated in the coach that evening on the way to the Crewes’ that Christopher remembered his morning’s encounter with Harcourt. He told Roxhythe about it. He always told him everything. + 

My lord was mildly interested. + 

“Harcourt? Harcourt? Surely I have⁠ ⁠… ? Whose secretary did you say he was?” + 

“Lord Russell’s, sir.” + 

“One of the leaders of our respected Country Party. I believe I must have met Harcourt at his house. Is he tall with aquiline features?” + 

“Yes; and grey eyes.” + 

“I have met him, then. I fancy he is one of those who disapprove of my existence.” + 

“Oh no, sir! He complimented me on being in the service of one of the most influential men of the day.” + 

Roxhythe lost a little of his sleepiness. + 

“Did he so? And he one of the Country Party. Ah, well!” He closed his eyes. + 

Christopher roused him presently. + 

“We are nearly come to the Crewes’, sir. Had you not better don your mask?” + 

“I think I left it behind,” said Roxhythe placidly. + 

Christopher handed him the strip of velvet. + 

“I thought you would. So I brought an extra one.” + 

“You are invaluable,” sighed Roxhythe. + 

The ballroom at Stoke House was very crowded. As Roxhythe entered, Lady Crewe detached herself from a group of guests and came towards him, rustling silks. + 

Roxhythe stopped. Lady Crewe stood directly before him, swathed in a pearl grey domino, her red lips in a straight line. + 

“So, my Lord Roxhythe! You deign to visit me?” + 

Roxhythe looked down at the golden curls. One hand clutched my lady’s domino to her breast. The delicate nostrils were quivering. + 

“I am indeed honoured,” went on that trembling voice. The lady’s control broke down. “Oh, how dared you slight me so? How dared you?” + 

“I?” said Roxhythe. “Sweetest Millicent!” + 

“You are free with my name, Lord Roxhythe!” + 

“It is such a pretty name,” pleaded my lord. + 

“Don’t try to coax me! Why came you not to my party? Why did you ignore my letter?” + 

“Dear child, I was in Paris at the time of your party? Believe me, I was desolated.” + 

She gave a short, angry laugh. + 

“Oh yes, my lord! I make no doubt you were! We have heard of your escapades in Paris! Desolated, forsooth!” + 

“My dearest, most beautiful one, suppose we move away from this very public spot, and discuss the matter calmly? I will show you that I was indeed desolated.” My lord offered his arm. + 

For an instant Lady Crewe hesitated. Then she looked up into Roxhythe’s face and saw his smile. + 

“Very well, sir.” She allowed him to conduct her to an alcove, slightly apart from the rest of the room. + 

“Now what is the matter?” softly asked my lord. “Is it possible that you are offended with me because I could not come to your party?” + 

“You made no effort to come! And then you ignored my letter!” + 

“My dear, it is never wise to address abusive importunities to me.” + 

The beautiful mouth drooped. My lady turned away, fumbling with her fan. A tiny sob reached Roxhythe. + 

“Tell me,” he said. “Have I sinned beyond forgiveness?” + 

“You are cruel! cruel!” + 

“Am I so? I think ’tis you who are the tormentor. Millicent⁠ ⁠… ? Dear one⁠ ⁠… ?” + 

She did not reply. He drew her close to him, so that her head was almost resting on his shoulder. + 

“Most Beautiful?” + 

His nearness intoxicated her. She clung to his fingers. + 

“You don’t care for⁠ ⁠… me! You⁠ ⁠… only pretend⁠ ⁠… because it amuses you! You are quite, quite cold!” + 

She could feel his arm about her waist, his breath on her hair. Above all, she was conscious of his strange, relentless fascination that not all his neglect could destroy. + 

“Should I have braved your anger tonight had I not cared?” + 

“To⁠ ⁠… tease me. Oh, you make me so unhappy!” + 

“I could make you happy, Millicent, if you would grant me your sweet forgiveness. Come! Am I too vile?” + 

She twisted one of the ribbons of his domino about her finger. His strong, white hand took hers, and pressed it to his lips. + 

“I cannot help forgiving you,” she whispered. “You⁠—you⁠—must not hold me so⁠—here!” + 

“And I must not kiss you?” Roxhythe bent over her head. + 

“No⁠—oh no!” She felt his lips on her hair and broke free. “If any should see us! You must let me go! If my husband were looking!” She slipped back into the ballroom. + 

Roxhythe followed slowly. For a while he stood talking to Lord Finchhelm, but presently he again sought out Lady Crewe. + 

“My sweet life, I want to talk to you.” + 

Her depression had fled. She smiled naughtily. + 

“Do you, sir? Why?” + 

“Can you ask? I’ve not seen you for nigh on a month!” + 

She tilted her head. + 

“What do you want to say to me?” + 

Roxhythe took her hand. + 

“I want to tell you how lovely you are.” + 

She was a child, playing with a forbidden toy. + 

“I do not think I want to hear it.” + 

“Then I’ll tell you how much I love you.” + 

“And that I must not hear!” + 

“You shall feel it, sweetheart.” + 

“You are very wicked, you know,” she said, gravely. + 

“You would not like me else, dear.” + 

“Should I not? Do you think women are like that?” + 

“Women, child, are the most incomprehensible, mad, divine creatures on this earth. Come with me, and I’ll tell you how wonderful one woman is.” + 

“I ought not to. And it is only a game.” + 

“Nothing is so alluring as the ‘ought not,’ beloved.” + 

“No. But should one give way to temptation?” + 

“Most certainly one should, for if one does not, it leaves the devil idle.” + 

“Surely he were best idle?” + 

“Not at all. If he is idle, he rests for a while, devising fresh temptations which are more seductive than the last.” + 

“You are dreadfully wicked!” nodded Millicent. She went out with him. + 

Two days later Roxhythe left for Paris, to carry on the negotiations between the King of England and an enemy country. Millicent, jealous of an unknown rival, shed bitter tears. + 

VI + 

The Price + 

Before Roxhythe went again to Paris he craved and was granted an interview with the King. The Duke of York was present, and from his uneasy bearing and his black looks, Roxhythe guessed that he was assailed by one of the qualmish fits to which he had of late become subject. He sat by the fireplace, staring moodily into the flames. He barely acknowledged my lord’s bow. + 

The King welcomed his favourite cheerily. + 

“Well, my David? Ye have fresh news for me?” + 

Roxhythe kissed his hand. + 

“I have, Sir. I wished to acquaint you with it before I returned to France, so I begged this audience.” + 

Charles nodded. + 

“Do matters progress at last?” + 

“Very fairly, Sir. Yet I think you must not hope for a conclusion this year.” + 

“Mort de ma vie! How much longer am I to wait? It is December now and we have been negotiating for over a year!” + 

“If you would give way to Louis’ demands you might conclude the affair at once.” + 

“I’ll not give way! Surely you do not advise that?” + 

“By no means, Sir. I counsel you to wait. I think that it will end in the spring if not before.” + 

“I suppose I must be patient then. But have you discovered the price?” + 

Roxhythe watched the Duke move angrily and scowl. + 

“Madame is ever vague. Evidently Louis is wishful of seeing how much he need offer.” + 

“Ay, he’s closefisted. What says my sister?” + 

“She’s hinted at sixty thousand pounds yearly, Sir.” + 

“And you?” + 

“I? Oh, I waved it aside, Sir! I told her that if the King of England was to be bought his price was high.” + 

James flushed and stirred again. The King laughed. + 

“Incomparable Roxhythe! What said she to that?” + 

“Why she affected finality, Sir. Louis hopes that you will give way.” + 

Charles played with one of his thick curls. He was frowning slightly. + 

“Roxhythe, you walk round and round the point. How much can I with safety demand?” + 

My lord studied his polished fingernails. For a moment he did not speak; the King’s frown was reflected on his face. + 

“In all, Sir, two hundred thousand,” he said at last. He spoke with deliberation. + 

The Duke straightened in his chair. + 

“It is ridiculous!” he rasped. “Two hundred thousand! You must be mad, my lord!” + 

Roxhythe said nothing. Charles who had been fondling one of his dogs put it down. He was all attention. + 

“You think that, Davy?” + 

“I know it, Sir.” + 

“How?” + 

Roxhythe twisted one of his rings round. + 

“Madame hath a great regard for you, Sir. She does not wholly play into King Louis’ hands. She remembers that if she is Louis his sister-in-law, she is also your sister.” + 

“Oh. You said once, Roxhythe, that if it were possible she would play into my hands rather than Louis’.” + 

“I said also, Sir, that she was a very wise intermediary. I still say so. It is impossible for her to take your part openly, but she can still help.” + 

“She told you that Louis would go to that figure?” + 

“N-no. Madame would not be so incautious. She is a very Queen of intriguers. Rather⁠—she gave me that impression.” + 

“You are quick to take impressions, Lord Roxhythe!” sneered the Duke. + 

Charles ignored him. + 

“You are sure of this, David?” + 

My lord shrugged. + 

“I am never sure, Sir.” + 

This seemed to satisfy the King. He sat with his chin in his hand, thinking. + 

“Louis would never pay me such a sum without a struggle,” he mused. “If I stand too firm, I may lose all.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. + 

“⁠—Yet, as you so wisely remarked, if I am to be bought, my price is high.” + 

“My Lord Roxhythe speaks airily!” snapped James. “He cannot be certain of such facts. Louis will never go to that figure. Is it likely?” + 

Roxhythe’s calm eyes surveyed him. + 

“It is more than likely, sir.” + 

“It means a struggle, eh?” asked Charles. + 

“The thing is not worth having if you have not to fight for it, Sir.” + 

“A King does not haggle!” retorted James. + 

“I repeat, Sir, if you are to be bought it had best be for a fair price. If Louis wants an alliance with England, he must pay dearly for it.” + 

“Roxhythe is right,” agreed the King. “I believe in sucking the French King of all he can give.” + 

James brought his fist down on the table with some force. + 

“The whole business is degrading and un-Kinglike! I mislike secret negotiations. We show ourselves afraid of the Government by trafficking with France behind its back. Why not do the thing openly and Royally?” + 

“Why not leave the country at once?” shrugged Charles. + 

“Sir, you are over-timorous! The army is behind you. You have naught to fear.” + 

“No? Jamie, I had thought you wiser. Would you have more bloodshed in England? Would you put both our heads in danger?” + 

“I would have straight dealings, and the Faith at all costs.” + 

“You would not get it by foolhardiness. You would only ruin my popularity; jeopardize my crown.” + 

“Anything were better than this hole-and-corner treaty!” + 

Charles grimaced. + 

“Even exile? No, no Jamie! This is an easier way.” + 

“An underhand way! A timorous way!” + 

“Let us be honest, my dear. We are afraid of the Government, alack! It is too powerful. Therefore it must be tricked and turned against itself. So shall I gain power.” + 

“You’ll lose your popularity when the treaty is discovered,” returned the Duke. + 

A little chuckle escaped the King. + 

“Shall I, Davy?” + 

“With some factions,” answered Roxhythe, gravely. + 

“Only for the moment.” + 

“That depends, Sir, on how far you play into Louis’ hands.” + 

The Duke rose and went over to the window. For some moments he stood staring out into the gardens. Then he turned, and came back to the table. + 

“Louis will require you to play very deeply into his hands, Sir,” he said. + 

“He may require it, but I do not think I shall do it,” smiled Charles. + 

“You will have to,” said James, tersely. “Oh, there are many points against this alliance!” He paced up and down the floor, his hands linked behind his back. Suddenly he stopped, and faced the King. “Sir, I implore you, have the matter put before the Cabinet! Enforce your will upon them, but make an honourable and a safe treaty! No one wants the alliance more than do I, but I do not want to play the part of catspaw to Louis, as we must if we make these secret terms. We show Louis that we stand in fear of Parliament. Oh, ’tis madness, Sir! I have thought well on it, and I know ’tis madness.” + 

Charles laid his hand on his brother’s arm. + 

“James, you are wrong. Can you not see that it is not I who will play the part of catspaw?” + 

James stared. + 

“Who then?” + 

The most curious of smiles flitted across the King’s face. + 

“Louis, my friend.” + 

James shook off his hand. + 

“The suspense has turned your brain! You must indeed be mad if you think that!” + 

“I do not think, James. I know.” + 

“Pah! If you sign this secret treaty they concoct, Louis holds you in the hollow of his hand! An you fail to fulfil your part, he will denounce you to the Government! And he’ll fail to pay you your wage!” + 

“Expose me? Do you really think that?” + 

“Assuredly!” + 

“My good brother, he dare not. He would lose all hope of gaining England, if he did. The nation would be hot for war with France. I tell you, James, Louis is the one power I do not fear. Be reasonable! Leave this matter to me! You were not fashioned for the intriguer’s part.” + 

“I thank God, no!” cried James. “I see you will go your own wilful way, but I pray you will not drown us all in a sea of disaster!” + 

“You are so inconsistent,” sighed Charles. “A moment back ’twas you who were the fearnaught. Now you are as timorous as I never was. Do you so love the Government?” + 

“No, by heaven!” + 

“Then why hesitate to trick them as they would not hesitate to trick you? Has the Government treated us so well that we need consider it?” He snapped his fingers. “Bah! So much for the Government!” + 

“ ’Tis not that I cavil at.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“You fear that I shall in my turn be duped by Louis. I shall not. You fear a French yoke. You shall not be called upon to bear one.” + 

“I fear you will sell England to France!” said James, impetuously. + 

“I shall never do that, rest assured. Charles Stuart is no man’s chattel. If I accept Louis his offer ’tis for the furtherance of mine own ends. I enter into this bond with open eyes.” + 

“If I could believe that⁠ ⁠… !” + 

“You can believe it.” + 

“And that is your last word? You’ll not lay the matter before the Cabinet?” + 

For the first time Charles showed exasperation. + 

“James, in the face of the Triple Bond, how can I?” + 

James shook his head wearily. + 

“I know not. Ye seem able to do most things.” He paused. “Well, there’s naught to be gained by argument. I’ll leave you.” + 

“You stand by me in this matter, Jamie?” + 

“I must.” James spoke over his shoulder. The next moment he was gone. + 

“I was never so at one with His Grace,” remarked Roxhythe. + 

VII + 

The First Seed of Doubt + 

On Friday, two days after Roxhythe’s departure for France, Christopher set out to visit his friend Harcourt at his house in Great Queen Street. + 

He was pleased to renew the acquaintance, but he could not help feeling that he and Harcourt would now have very little in common. The Country Party was always steadily opposed to the Court Party, and most of its members held the Court and all its ways in abhorrence. Once Christopher had held their views himself but since he had been with Roxhythe he had changed his opinions. His father had always pulled a long face when King Charles was mentioned. He had solemnly warned his sons to have naught to do with the vicious Court and the dissolute King. Christopher had never taken him very seriously; he had abundant trust in Charles’ integrity. He thought it impossible that a King should be worthy of suspicion; he laughed at his father’s gloomy prognostications. Mr. Dart had prophesied that the King would make a sorry substitute for the Protector. He said over and over again that no Stuart could run straight: they must always choose the crooked path. He warned his sons to trust neither in the King nor in any of those around him. Christopher saw now how wrong he had been; life with Roxhythe had taught him that. He hoped that Harcourt would not inveigh against the Court, for he felt that he could not discuss the matter calmly. Since he had been at Bevan House he had become acquainted with so many courtiers and liked most of them so much, that he could not bear to hear ill spoken of them by the Country Party whose members he had come to consider very worthy but very dull. He hoped, too, that Harcourt would not advise him to quit Roxhythe. From his manner the other day he thought that he would not, but since he had received so many sinister warnings he was ever on his guard. + 

So he arrived at Great Queen Street. He was introduced to Madam Harcourt. She came of an old Puritan stock, and she was very properly grieved at the company that Christopher kept. Several times he caught her eyeing him with a species of sad gravity that annoyed him beyond words. He was thankful when dinner came to an end, and the lady left her husband and his guest to their wine. + 

Harcourt pushed the decanter towards him. + 

“Fill up your glass, Chris, and tell me all that you have been doing since I saw you!” + 

Christopher obeyed the first behest. + 

“I don’t think I have done anything,” he said. “My life is quite uneventful. You will have more to tell me.” + 

“Oh, I⁠ ⁠… ! No, I do my work, and for the rest there’s naught. Come! Tell me about yourself!” + 

Christopher laughed. + 

“I do my work, and go out a little, and for the rest⁠—” + 

“There’s something! Were you in Roxhythe’s service when you went to Holland? Or was that before you joined him?” + 

Christopher tilted his glass so that the red wine caught the light, and sparkled. + 

“I was in his service,” he answered. + 

“Strange! I had thought my lord would not have been absent from Whitehall for so long.” + 

“If you cast your mind back,” said Christopher, slowly, “you will remember that there was a slight difference⁠—between His Majesty and my master. Roxhythe found it expedient to go abroad for a while.” + 

“I do remember something of the sort,” frowned Harcourt. “I remember London was a-hum with the news.” + 

“Yes?” said Christopher. “Well, that was why he went away.” + 

“To Holland.⁠ ⁠… Lord Roxhythe usually goes to Paris!” said Harcourt, smiling. + 

“He has many friends in Holland whom he wished to visit,” replied Christopher. + 

Harcourt drew him on to the subject of the Prince of Orange. He wanted to know if Christopher had ever seen him. In fact, there was much that he wanted to know. He insisted that Christopher should tell him of his life with Roxhythe. At the end of the recital he regarded Christopher rather strangely for a moment. Then he smiled. + 

“It seems you are very fortunate,” he said. “I’d give much to be in your shoes!” + 

Christopher felt that this was not true. + 

“You would find my master a change from Lord Russell!” he said. “I do not think you would like my life.” + 

“Perhaps not. By the way, I saw Lord Roxhythe at the play the other night. What a comely man he is!” + 

Christopher warmed. + 

“He is very handsome,” he agreed. “And he is more than that. He is very great.” + 

“Indeed, yes. He has much power.” + 

“I did not mean power. I mean he has a great nature.” + 

Harcourt pushed his chair back from the table, so that his face was slightly in the shadow. + 

“Ah? I had not thought he had much depth of character, I confess.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“You don’t know him!” said Christopher quickly. “He is brave and upright, and clev⁠—” He stopped. + 

“Clever?” ended Harcourt, smoothly. “He does not show it.” + 

Christopher recovered himself. + 

“Well⁠—no!” he laughed. “Perhaps he is not clever! I am carried away by my love for him. No, he is brave and honourable. I have never known him perform a mean act. But I do not think he is clever.” + 

“He hath a very lively wit, if all I hear be true.” + 

“A ready tongue,” said Christopher. “He is very indolent.” + 

“Yes.” Harcourt peeled a nut abstractedly. “I suppose it is for that reason that he doth not meddle in intrigue.” + 

“He has no taste for plotting,” replied Christopher, in all good faith. “Indeed he laughs at intrigue.” + 

“Very wise,” said Harcourt, still busy with his nut. “And what does he tonight?” + 

“I do not know,” answered Christopher. “He is away from home.” + 

The shrewd eyes looked up for a moment and fell once more. + 

“Again?” asked Harcourt. “I fear your master is of a very gay disposition, Chris! Paris, I suppose?” + 

Christopher sipped his wine. + 

“Yes, Paris. I believe he has met a very fair lady whom he adores for the moment. It is his way.” + 

“Oh! In the household of Madame, eh? We hear tales of it even in this quiet house. Some say it is Madame herself.” + 

“Maybe.” Christopher was not interested. He had had enough of the subject. Evidently Harcourt had not. + 

“She must be very fascinating, whoe’er she be,” he remarked. “My lord has been to France so much during the past year. We thought it impossible that it should be for a woman and naught else. He must have business there, surely?” + 

Christopher’s brows drew perceptively nearer. + 

“No, he has not. It is nothing for my lord to go often to Paris! You take a great interest in his affairs!” + 

Harcourt ate his nut. + 

“Forgive my impertinence! I am interested in all that concerns you, Chris. Let us talk of something else!” + 

Christopher went home, thinking hard. Unperceptive he might be, but he was wise enough to see that Harcourt had been more than casually curious about his affairs. He went over the evening in his mind. First the questions concerning the journey to Holland; then the questions concerning my lord’s French journeys. Christopher remembered that Lady Frances had talked to him on that subject. She had wanted to know what it was that drew my lord to Paris. Well, he had not known. He still did not know. He guessed that it was some woman for it was always that. He had not puzzled over the matter at all. It was not unusual for Roxhythe to journey to Paris; no one, save Lady Frances and Harcourt, had thought it unusual. Why should these two strive to draw explanations from him? What did they suspect? Why did they suspect? He resolved to speak to Roxhythe himself. If he had aught to confide, surely my lord would tell it to him? + 

Christopher went into the library and lighted candles. He found an invitation from Lady Frances to wait on her one day. She chided him for what she termed his neglect. She believed he had tired of her already! + 

It was a letter such as his mother might have written. Christopher folded it carefully and put it away. + 

Next day he went to her house, and was admitted into my lady’s private parlour. It was a tastefully furnished room, hung in blue and gold to suit my lady’s colouring. It looked south on to the gardens. + 

Frances came to him, wonderfully dressed and coiffed. + 

“You wicked boy! To think I had to send for you!” She allowed him to kiss her hand. “Confess! You’ve no excuse?” + 

“I did not like to plague you too often, Lady Frances!” stammered Christopher. + 

“What nonsense!” She sat down. “Did you not know that I like young things about me?” + 

“It is very kind of you,” said Christopher. “I love to come.” + 

“That is very well,” nodded her ladyship. “But this time I want you for a purpose.” + 

“If there is aught I may do⁠—” + 

“Well, there is, but don’t make a speech about it, dear boy. I am past the age of such vanities. Reserve them for your sweetheart.” + 

“I have none!” + 

“Then it is time you had! No matter; you are young yet. Best keep away from such things.⁠ ⁠…” She sighed. “These are sad times, Chris, and I’ve led a wicked life! So I know all about it! Unless you find a very nice girl, I shall not allow you a sweetheart!” + 

“Indeed, I do not want one!” + 

“Ungrateful boy! But listen! I contemplate a masquerade down at Hatchley, when the warmer weather comes. Of course it must excel all others in brilliance.” + 

“Of course it will if you are there!” answered Christopher. + 

“Naturally I shall be there. You are not to make me pretty speeches! Well, as I say, it must be a very great success. For I intend to ask His Majesty to grace it with his presence.” + 

“Will he?” asked Christopher, wide-eyed. + 

“Why, yes! His Majesty has a fondness for me, even though I have mended my ways. He will come. Therefore, Chris, I must have Roxhythe. You see?” + 

“Is he so needful to your party’s success?” smiled Christopher. + 

“You know he is! No one would dream of entertaining Royalty if they could not be assured of Roxhythe’s presence. So I must be assured of it. There’s the difficulty. One cannot rely on David. One thinks one is safe until the last minute, when lo, and behold! there is no Roxhythe!” + 

“He would never serve you so.” Christopher shook his head. “You have only to ask him.” + 

“Indeed he would! He has done it before! Oh, la⁠—la! what a state I was in! I vowed I would never forgive the wretch⁠—no, nor receive him neither. And then he appeared one day to dinner, and I had not the heart to chide him.” She sighed. “ ’Tis always the same. You may be never so angry with him when he is absent, but the moment you see him⁠—pouf! The anger is gone! But I deviate, I deviate. My husband tells me that I can never walk straight to my point. Is he not rude? Yes. Well, I must have Roxhythe. That is why I wanted to see you.” + 

“How can I help you?” wondered Christopher. + 

“Dull boy! For one thing you can see that he accepts no other invitation for that night. Oh yes, that has been known to happen, Chris. Roxhythe accepts all invitations haphazard, and finds that he has as many as six for the same night. So he throws them all away and goes to the one house to which he was not invited. Now don’t laugh! It’s very serious. Do you give me your word you will prevent this happening?” + 

“I promise it shall not happen!” chuckled Christopher. “But what am I to do if your invitation comes not first?” + 

“Oh, you must destroy the first in that case!” said her ladyship airily. “He will never remember. Not that he would care a fig for’t an he did. The other thing that you must do, Chris, is to see that he does not go to Paris or whatnot on the day. You must make him come to me. C’est entendu?” + 

“I’ll try,” promised Christopher. “But one does not ‘make’ my lord do anything.” + 

“He’ll do what you ask, never fear! I really believe he hath some sort of an affection for you.” + 

Christopher flushed. + 

“Some sort⁠ ⁠… ?” he interrogated. + 

Lady Frances looked at him for a moment. Her bright eyes softened. + 

“Chris, dear, don’t love Roxhythe too greatly,” she said. The laughter had gone from her voice. + 

Christopher’s thoughts leapt back two years. He saw himself walking with de Staal in Rotterdam, and heard de Staal’s warning: + 

“… You will love heem ver’ mooch one day, only⁠—I warn you⁠—do not love heem too mooch for he is Roxhyt’e, and he not care for anyone but heemself, and hees Prince.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“Lady Frances, why do you say that?” he asked quickly. “Why should I not love my lord?” + 

Lady Frances stared down at her rings. + 

“I like you, Chris. I⁠—don’t want you to⁠—get hurt.” + 

“… One day, per’aps, he hurt you ver’ mooch, eef you not take care. So I warn you.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“Please tell me why you say that!” begged Christopher. “Why should he hurt me? What reason have you for misjudging him so?” + 

“I can’t tell you, Chris. I do not know. But Roxhythe⁠—is Roxhythe, and I think one day you will be disappointed. You think him very great, very good; suppose it were not so? Suppose he were not so true?” + 

“It is impossible! When have you found him untrue? What right have you to warn me against him?” + 

She laid an impulsive hand on his arm. + 

“None⁠—none! Indeed it may be impossible! But⁠—oh, he would never return your regard! He cares for no one save himself! I don’t want you to think him perfect⁠—to reverence him so greatly! I don’t want you to be so much under his influence!” + 

Christopher’s eyes were flashing. + 

“Perhaps you would advise me to quit his service, Lady Frances? It would not be the first time I have received such advice!” + 

“I fear it were useless,” she said. “I only beg you not to trust in him too much. He is utterly, utterly selfish.” + 

“He loves his King⁠—his Country!” + 

“Don’t let us speak of it any more! You are greatly offended with me, I know! But⁠—remember, Chris!” + 

The angry look died out of his eyes. + 

“Forgive me if I have been rude, Lady Frances! I did not mean to be, but I cannot bear to hear ill of my lord! Because he is indolent, and does not interest himself in affairs, people dub him untrustworthy. It is unjust! Even you think it impossible that a man should be above suspicion! I⁠—well let us talk of something else!” His boyish smile peeped out. + 

Lady Frances nodded. + 

“What we really want to discuss is how to bring him to my masquerade,” she said. “Only I deviated again.” + 

“I’ll send him to you,” promised Christopher. “I think he will be only too honoured.” + 

“Pho!” My lady snapped her fingers. “So much for that! And you are to bring him. Of course I am inviting you.” + 

“How⁠—how very kind you are!” exclaimed Christopher. “Thank you very much, but do you think you want me?” + 

“I had not asked you otherwise. Now, listen, Chris! I have decided that masquerade had best be in June, so unless I change my mind, June it will be. I shall not send out the invitations for some time yet, but you may tell Roxhythe. Tell him, too, that the success of my party depends on his being present. ’Twill flatter his vanity.” + 

“I will. I’ll tell him as soon as he comes home.” The words were hardly out of his mouth before he had regretted them. + 

Lady Frances looked up sharply. + 

“Home? Where then is he?” + 

“I think⁠—in Paris,” said Christopher uncomfortably. + 

“Again! Then⁠—” she stopped. “Yes. He is very much in love with Madame, is he not?” + 

“I⁠—I believe so!” said Christopher, who was sick of the sound of the Duchess d’Orléans’ sobriquet. He prepared to make good his escape. + 

VIII + 

Madame + 

Roxhythe proceeded to Paris in a blaze of magnificence, and on his arrival went at once to the Louvre, to the apartments of M. le Comte de Saint-Aignan. The doors flew open before him, and he was ushered into the private room of M. le Comte. + 

The room was furnished sumptuously and was much gilded. M. le Comte, swathed in a marvellous satin wrapper, was reposing on a silken-covered divan. In one hand he had a book of poems; the other was held by his valet, who knelt at his side, manicuring monsieur’s delicate nails. The air was heavy with some sweet scent; a fire burned in the grate. On every embroidered seat were cushions; the rugs that covered the polished floor were very thick and soft. + 

When Roxhythe was announced the Comte dropped his book in surprise and swung his legs to the ground. + 

“Mon Dieu! Roxhyt’e!” + 

Roxhythe came forward gracefully. + 

“If I am very inopportune, say so, my dear Comte.” + 

“Inopportune! Mais non! How could such a thing be?” cried Saint-Aignan. He rose, and clasped my lord’s hand. Over his shoulder he addressed the valet. “François, you may go. Tell them to see to monsieur’s apartments and his baggage. Vite!” + 

“Oui, monsieur.” The man slipped out. + 

Saint-Aignan drew his guest to a chair. + 

“But sit down, mon cher! Why are you here?” + 

Roxhythe put his hat on the table. He cast the Comte a quizzical glance. + 

“My dear Henri, you know as well, perhaps better, than I do myself.” + 

The Comte made a little gesture of protest. + 

“Roxhyt’e! So blunt! So brusque!” + 

“I cry your pardon! You want a pretty phrase, eh? Well, I have come on account of the beaux yeux of Madame.” + 

“Oh, that!” The Comte threw out his hands. “It will suffice. They think that in England?” + 

“I really don’t know. It is quite likely.” + 

“They do not know you in England? Not even now?” + 

“Henri, you are a rogue. Do you think that you know me?” + 

“Mais oui! Tu es un grand poseur, mon ami!” + 

“Then they know me in England?” + 

“No. They do not think you an intriguer.” + 

Roxhythe drew out his comfit-box. + 

“Let me offer you a sweetmeat!” + 

The Comte accepted one smiling. + 

“You find that a good way to turn the subject?” + 

“An excellent way. I have never known it fail.” + 

“Except with me!” + 

“Oh, you! You are incorrigible, Henri! But do strive to remember that I am an idle flâneur!” + 

“I will try. You do not intend to confide in me?” + 

“But certainly! I bought these quite modish boots at Piccat’s. My gloves I obtained with much difficulty at Dormont’s. You’ll observe the gold fringe with the blue entwined. I conceived the idea. So now we have gloves à la Roxhythe. I have my uses, you see.” + 

The Comte could not resist inspecting the gloves. He did it surreptitiously and pretended that he was not interested. + 

“Peste! What do I want with your gloves? Va donc! You’ve naught to tell me of your business in Paris?” + 

“You’ll hear it all from His Majesty. Why plague me?” + 

Saint-Aignan almost pouted. + 

“You are as secret as the dead. Eh bien! Tell me of your cold, dark city. What of Whitehall?” + 

“The same as ever. And the cold, dark city is very bright and springlike.” + 

“C’est vrai? Ah! Roxhyt’e!” He straightened in his chair. + 

“Well, what now?” My lord looked lazily across at him. + 

“How dared you stay with de Guiche last month? Why did you not come here as before?” + 

“Two reasons.” + 

“Give them, vaurien! You will be abominably rude, I know!” + 

“I shall. Firstly, de Guiche showed a marked desire for my company; secondly, I had little or no desire for yours. Are you satisfied?” + 

“Parfaitement!” The Comte’s mobile face was wreathed in smiles. “Inimitable one! And for how long do you intend to honour me?” + 

“I am not sure. Not more than ten days. Can you bear with me so long as that?” + 

“I could bear with you for much longer. You refresh me. You have made your bow to the King?” + 

“No, I came straight to you.” + 

“Ah, you must go to His Majesty! He will be delighted to see you again. I tell you, Roxhyt’e, it is only in France that you are appreciated.” + 

“Oh, no! They appreciate me in England, I assure you.” + 

“A maker of gloves! Bah! I shall take you with me tonight.” + 

Roxhythe turned an inquiring eye upon him. + 

“To the levée,” nodded Saint-Aignan. + 

Roxhythe sighed. + 

“I believe I shall be indisposed. Your Grand Monarcque is so damned austere.” + 

Saint-Aignan laughed at him. + 

“That will be good for you, mon cher! A change from your King, eh?” + 

“Yes,” said Roxhythe. “King Charles, thank God, is not of a strenuous disposition.” + 

“But you will come?” + 

Roxhythe rose. He smiled down at the brisk Comte. + 

“For the good of my soul,” he bowed. + 

He went to the levée, gorgeously clad in silver and pale blue, with slashings of rose-pink. Even the critical Saint-Aignan was pleased to approve of his costume. He observed that Roxhythe “took the eye.” + 

His Majesty was very gracious. He allowed Roxhythe to kiss his hand, and he stayed for some moments to talk to him. Then he pursued his regal way, an imposing little figure, bearing himself with all the haughtiness, the sublime magnificence that characterised him. + 

Roxhythe always protested that His Most Christian Majesty was a figure of fun, but in his heart he must have respected him, although he never acknowledged it. He remarked, when pressed, that Louis tickled his sense of humour. + 

When the King left him my lord paid some extravagant compliments to the La Vallière, under the eye of Madame de Montespan, for whom he possessed some strange fascination, until that eye was flaming with anger. Then he left La Vallière, and paid still more extravagant compliments to La Montespan, to the amusement of Mademoiselle. After that he disappeared in the wake of de Guiche, and was next seen in attendance on Mademoiselle de Foucheron, one of the Queen’s ladies. + 

Monsieur, as was called the Duc d’Orléans, strolled across the room, saw Roxhythe, exclaimed at him, and claimed his attention. Roxhythe’s boredom grew. He did not find the King’s brother entertaining. He presently departed, taking with him one Philippe de Courcillon, Marquis de Dangeau. He appeared no more that evening. + 

Saint-Aignan found him in elegant déshabillé, in his room, some hours later. + 

“Mais, mon ami! Madame has been asking for you!” + 

“Alas!” Roxhythe sat down. “I met Monsieur instead.” + 

“Madame did not arrive until an hour later. I told her you were fatigued from your journey and had retired early. And why did you drag de Courcillon with you? Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, tu es incorrigible!” + 

“Oh? Was it not permitted? De Courcillon amuses me. We went into the gardens and exchanged reminiscences. I never believe in outstaying my welcome.” + 

Saint-Aignan caught sight of himself in the glass. + 

“I am not satisfied with this wig,” he mused. “It lacks that indescribable something⁠—My dear Marquis, you could not outstay your welcome, but certain it is that everyone is ten thousand times more intrigued to see you now that you are gone. It is very curious.” + 

“No, very natural. I never stay longer than an hour at a levée.” + 

Saint-Aignan started to laugh. + 

“Pardieu, Roxhyt’e! Que tu es amusant! And they tolerate you at Whitehall? La-la! That is why they call you enigmatical! Because you do things that no one else dare dream of doing! And you have not offended tonight! No. ‘Voilà,’ they say.⁠—‘C’est Roxhyt’e!’ Oh, grand poseur!” + 

“Go to bed,” smiled my lord. “You fatigue me!” + 

“I would you might stay here an hundred years,” continued Saint-Aignan. “I should never weary of you!” He went out, still chuckling. + 

Roxhythe arrived at the Palais Royal next afternoon, and inquired for Madame. + 

The lackey shook his head. + 

“Madame does not receive this afternoon, monsieur.” + 

Roxhythe tapped his comfit-box with an impatient finger. + 

“My friend, you are not acquainted with me. I am Roxhythe.” + 

The man bowed at once. + 

“Pardon, milor’! If milor’ will enter, I will inform Madame. Madame has said she will receive milor’.” + 

Roxhythe was shown into a great room overlooking the courtyard. + 

After a few moments the lackey returned. + 

“If milor’ will deign to follow me.⁠ ⁠…” + 

He led Roxhythe up the grand staircase, and across the hall, to a smaller room which was Madame’s private salon. + 

The Duchesse rose at his entry, and extended her hand. + 

“I have been expecting you, my lord.” + 

Roxhythe bowed, carrying her fingers to his lips. If he ever bent the knee to a woman, that woman was Henrietta Stuart, Duchesse d’Orléans. + 

“I am honoured, Madame.” + 

She waved him to a chair, and made a sign to her lady-in-waiting to leave the room. The lady went out, gracefully. + 

“Sit down near me! C’est cela! Tell me, did you recognize my demoiselle d’honneur?” + 

Roxhythe frowned. + 

“Was she with you at Dunkirk, Madame?” + 

“And in London. You do not remember?” + 

“On the contrary. Mademoiselle de Kéroualle. His Majesty conceived a liking for her.” + 

Madame’s great eyes scanned his face. + 

“Mademoiselle desires to join the Court at Whitehall.” + 

Roxhythe’s lips twitched. + 

“I see. Well, you have chosen a fit envoy.” + 

“So I think. Charles will permit it?” + 

“No doubt he will be delighted.” + 

Madame had charming dimples. She showed them now. + 

“He is a sad man,” she said. “Poor Charles!” The dimples vanished. “Well⁠—M. Colbert de Croissy informs us that His Majesty⁠—considers.” + 

“What I admire about M. Colbert is his careful truth,” remarked Roxhythe. + 

“Then His Majesty has not come to a decision?” + 

“By no means. Subject to certain conditions he will give the matter his serious consideration.” + 

“Ah!” Madame pulled a cushion into place. “Go on, Roxhythe.” + 

My lord chose and ate a comfit with great deliberation. Then he snapped the box and put it away. + 

“Madame, you must forgive me an I weary you, but I wish to come to an understanding. You’ll permit me to go back a little. In February as you know, M. Colbert was granted an audience at Whitehall. There were present, His Majesty, His Grace of York, Sir Thomas Clifford, and myself. M. Colbert laid before us as prettily worded a scheme as it has ever been my lot to listen to. The second thing I admire in M. Colbert is his capacity for vague terms. The proposition that he unfolded was rosy in hue⁠—for England. The only point where we were left in the dark regarded France. His Majesty was, and still is, curious to know in what way France stands to profit by the alliance.” + 

“Did M. Colbert not tell you?” evaded Madame. + 

“M. Colbert showed himself most astute except in one point. That was his estimation of King Charles. He did not give him credit for any brain, Madame.” + 

“M. Colbert knows that His Majesty is⁠—very wise.” + 

“Then he did not intend to flatter him by showing that knowledge. He gave us fair words but he omitted to tell us exactly what it is that France requires of England.” + 

“Perhaps he thought His Majesty astute enough to guess that.” + 

“It may be so. But, Madame, it is not King Charles his custom to sign treaties on supposition.” + 

“Roxhythe, did I not tell you myself? Why recall all this?” + 

“Madame,” he answered, bowing. “I have always said that you were born to be a politician. You also gave me vague explanations and fair words. I want plain speaking; that is why I recall it. Till now you have refused to speak plainly.” + 

She sat still, twisting the cushion tassel about her finger. + 

“You are very bold, my lord.” + 

“Your pardon, Madame, no. Rather ’tis you and King Louis who are bold to seek to cozen my master.” + 

Her irrepressible smile peeped out. + 

“I think perhaps you are right, Roxhythe. I will be more explicit.” + 

Again he bowed. + 

“King Louis is at war with Holland. At any moment he may be called upon to war with Spain. France is very powerful; she can easily support the cost of these wars. But⁠ ⁠…” Madame looked up. “… She must be assured that England will not enter into the conflict on Holland’s side. That might⁠—I say might, Roxhythe⁠—turn the scale. Louis is cautious. He does not want to run the risk of defeat. So he seeks to bring about this treaty. You know all this.” + 

“Yes, Madame, but I wanted it from your own lips. This war with Spain⁠—I gather it would only come in the event of the Spanish King’s death?” + 

“That is so. The matter is very near to Louis’ heart.” + 

“So I apprehend. Now, M. Colbert spoke with his engaging airiness of wars. He told us that King Louis would require England to aid him in these wars. Does this apply to the possible war with Spain?” + 

“Of course it does.” + 

“I wonder if King Louis ever gave the Triple Bond his attention?” + 

“Why?” + 

“Because if he had carefully read that bond he would have seen that England has promised to hold Spain inviolate.” + 

“He knows that.” + 

“Yet he proposes this?” + 

“Roxhythe, the whole of this treaty is a violation of the Triple Bond! Why cavil at that one point?” + 

“That one point, Madame, is direct. The rest is vague, and might be termed a violation. This is too positive.” + 

“You want it kept out of the treaty?” + 

“I do. It is no matter to King Charles whether or no France usurps the throne of Spain. But it is possible that Clifford and Arlington might not see eye to eye with His Majesty there. Can you not employ one of those vague terms, Madame?” + 

“To leave a loophole for Charles? Roxhythe, Roxhythe!” + 

“All I ask is that you do not specify any particular war. You may make it as blind as you please, but pray have a thought for Messieurs Clifford and Arlington their scruples.” + 

“They must know what it is that Louis hath in his mind?” + 

“They know, yes. But they can shut their eyes to the obvious so long as it is not made too obvious.” + 

Her laughter bubbled over. + 

“How wise you are, Roxhythe! I will tell King Louis. Is that all you want with me?” + 

“I fear I am trespassing on your time, Madame. It is not all. There are two more points.” + 

She sighed. + 

“Let us have the first.” + 

“The first, Madame, is the point on which you have⁠—pardon me⁠—consistently evaded me. You say that King Louis wishes to see the Catholic religion furthered in England. He also wishes England to join him in subduing the Provinces.” + 

“The two are not incompatible,” said Madame. + 

Roxhythe smiled a little. + 

“Are they not, Madame? Yet I think you will agree that they cannot both be done at one and the same time.” + 

Madame twitched her gown with fingers that trembled. + 

“Roxhythe, I am tired of this subject.” + 

“And I, Madame. Therefore I wished to have the question settled. His Majesty stipulates that the furtherance of Catholicism in England shall precede war with the Dutch.” + 

“Yes, Roxhythe. And King Louis stipulates that war with the Dutch shall come first.” + 

“I am sorry. May I state my case?” + 

“Please do.” + 

“It is this: by making England Catholic once more King Charles his position is strengthened. He may then safely enter into hostilities against Holland. If he does so now there will be uproar in the Houses, perhaps discovery of this compact; even failure.” + 

Madame looked up. She scanned Roxhythe’s face thoughtfully. + 

“My lord, you have known my brother for many years.” + 

“I have had that honour, Madame.” + 

“I also have known him for many years.” + 

“Yes, Madame?” + 

“Yes, Roxhythe. I know that he is astute; I see that he wishes to avoid war with Holland; I know too that this desire for Catholicism is a blind to King Louis, and possibly a sop to my brother James his scruples. King Charles can twist and dupe his Parliament with the utmost ease. Am I right?” + 

“Not entirely, Madame. My argument still stands.” + 

“Because of James?” + 

“No. It is King Charles his wish.” + 

Madame bit her lip. She seemed to consider. + 

“So I am to bear that message to King Louis?” + 

“I shall be greatly indebted to you if you will, Madame.” + 

“I think I will do it, Roxhythe. And we shall see. Is that all?” + 

“I am very tiresome, Madame. There is still the second point.” + 

Suddenly her gravity left her. She threw out her hands, laughing. + 

“I know what is coming now!” she despaired. “Mordieu, I’ll never act intermediary again! The price!” + 

Roxhythe did not smile. + 

“An all important question, Madame.” + 

She folded her hands. + 

“Proceed.” + 

“M. Colbert⁠—I think I told you of my admiration for his vagueness?” + 

“Chut!” she reproved him. + 

“I thought so. M. Colbert spoke of the bribe⁠—no, I beg your pardon⁠—the allowance that King Louis wished to offer my master. We were both surprised and gratified to hear of this matter. But M. Colbert contrived and still contrives to leave us unsatisfied after all. He forgot to mention figures. I fear he is very absentminded, Madame.” + 

“Did I not mention figures when you last were here?” asked Madame. + 

“I have no recollection of it. I remember you gave vent to some pleasantry on the subject.” + 

“Pleasantry, sir?” + 

“I believe so. You spoke of sixty thousand pounds, or some such trifle.” + 

“That was no pleasantry, Roxhythe.” + 

My lord’s brows rose. + 

“I did you the honour to treat it as such, Madame.” + 

Madame studied the cushion tassel. + 

“Well? What does Charles want?” + 

“He will sign your treaty, Madame, for the annual allowances of two hundred thousand pounds paid quarterly. No less.” + 

Madame bit her lip. + 

“Impossible!” + 

Roxhythe took up his hat. + 

“In that case, Madame, we are wasting time. The negotiations need proceed no further.” He rose as he spoke. + 

Madame raised her hands. + 

“Oh, la-la! So haughty? No, no, sit down, Roxhythe! We must talk of this.” + 

Roxhythe relaxed again. + 

“What is there to talk of, Madame? Those are King Charles his terms. It but remains for you to put them before King Louis.” + 

“Shall we be quite honest?” said Madame, sweetly. “You name that figure⁠—why?” + 

“It seems a fair price,” answered Roxhythe. “Or do you want me to be really honest?” + 

“I said so.” + 

“Very well. I am, as I was informed the other day, very quick to take impressions. I received one from you that led me to advise my master to ask that sum of Louis.” + 

“Aho! I wondered if you were as stupidly obtuse as you appeared. It seems you are not. I felicitate you, my lord. But I do not think I gave you such a decided impression.” + 

“You gave me to understand that Louis was prepared to go to a far greater sum than sixty thousand. The rest I gathered from mine own intuition, and various other sources.” + 

“My Lord Roxhythe, you are either a very clever man or else a fool. I do not think that Louis will go to that figure. One hundred thousand perhaps. But two hundred thousand! It is a very different matter.” + 

“You will see, Madame. It is King Charles his last word.” + 

She looked at him admiringly. + 

“You have unbounded confidence in yourself, Roxhythe. Do you tell me that that is my brother his last word? I seem to see your hand alone in it. You must be very sure.” + 

“I am very sure,” he replied. + 

“So was Lord Arundell sure when he asked two million.” + 

“But I, Madame, am not Lord Arundell.” + 

“No,” she sighed. “I would you were. You are quite certain?” + 

“Yes, Madame.” + 

“Then we understand one another. I’ll give⁠—King Charles his last word⁠—to Louis. You are satisfied?” + 

He rose. + 

“Since I am assured of your support in the matter, yes, Madame.” + 

“You are audacity itself,” she said. “Will you wait on me⁠—no, I’ll send you word what day. Are you staying with de Guiche as before?” + 

“No,” said my lord, possessing himself of her hand. “This time I am honouring Saint-Aignan.” + 

“How truly delightful for him!” she retaliated. “Well, you shall hear from me.” + 

Roxhythe kissed her hand. + 

“I shall await your commands, Madame. I have to thank you for receiving me today.” + 

“Did you see Madame?” asked Saint-Aignan of him, two hours later. + 

“I did,” said Roxhythe. + 

“Well? What of the interview?” + 

“She is the most charming, beautiful lady that I have ever known,” replied my lord. + 

“I consider that you have offered me your comfit-box!” laughed Saint-Aignan. “I am dumb, then?” + 

Roxhythe nodded approvingly. + 

“You should never give way to idle curiosity,” he said. He surveyed his friend critically. “And I do not think I like the mixture of salmon-pink and orange.” + 

IX + 

The Growth of the Seed + 

Lord Ashley-Cooper desired to see Mr. Dart. Lord Ashley-Cooper was conducted to the library. Christopher was not there, so my lord was requested to wait. My lord sat down. He surveyed his surroundings, which were very handsome. The room was hung in brown and gold; the chairs were leather-seated, with carved wooden backs; the table was of solid oak. Over by the window stood Christopher’s desk. The room gave on to the gardens. + 

Presently Christopher came quickly into the room. + 

“My lord! This is indeed an honour!” + 

Ashley took his hands, looking at him gloomily. It was a different Christopher from the boy who had visited him two years ago. Christopher had now an ease of manner; a presence. He dressed well, and with none of his former sobriety. He still wore his own fair hair, but he had taken to dressing it very carefully, and it hung in ordered curls about his shoulders. Ashley had watched the gradual change from afar but he had rarely seen Christopher for any length of time alone. Hence Christopher’s surprise. + 

He pulled forward a more comfortable chair. + 

“Pray sit down, sir! I am delighted to see you. Have you commands for me, I wonder?” + 

“No.” Ashley watched one of my lord’s liveried servants place wine and glasses on the table. “This is purely a friendly call.” + 

Christopher nodded to the servant. + 

“You may go, Roger. I am out to all other visitors.” + 

The man bowed and departed. Christopher busied himself with the glasses. + 

“Some canary, my lord? Yes?” He handed him the glass and poured out another for himself. Then he sat down. + 

“Well, it is a very long while since I have had any private conversation with you, sir. This is very pleasant.” + 

“Indeed, yes. I do not think I have really talked to you since you returned from Holland.” + 

Christopher frowned a little. On that occasion, Ashley had been moved to adjure him to leave Roxhythe’s service, now that his work was done. After that there had been a slight estrangement between them. + 

“No, I think not,” said Christopher. “Do you hear from Roderick at all, sir?” + 

“Very seldom,” replied Ashley. “Have you any news of him?” + 

For a while they talked of Roderick and trivialities. Then Ashley took advantage of a pause to change the subject. + 

“Lord Roxhythe is still away?” + 

Christopher sighed inwardly. + 

“Yes,” he replied, on guard. + 

“Indeed? He is often abroad, is he not? I suppose you manage his affairs?” + 

“I have that honour,” said Christopher. He filled up the glasses. + 

“Christopher, have you yet discovered that Lord Roxhythe is a⁠—very complex character?” + 

“No,” said Christopher. “Have you?” + 

“I suspect it,” said Ashley. “I fear it. In fact, I fear Roxhythe.” + 

Christopher was silent. He was tired of discussing Roxhythe with all and sundry. + 

“I fear he is not so indolent as he would have us believe.” Ashley ground the knuckles of one hand into the palm of the other. “I mistrust him. I always have mistrusted him. I may say I am a judge of character.” + 

“Oh!” said Christopher. + 

Ashley slewed round in his chair so that he faced him. + 

“Why is he in Paris?” he asked abruptly. + 

Christopher set down his glass. + 

“He is in Paris because he is in love with Madame. What else would you like to know?” + 

Some of the worried lines were smoothed from Ashley’s forehead. + 

“Is that true?” + 

The colour was mounting to Christopher’s cheeks. His eyes sparkled dangerously. + 

“I am not in the habit of lying, my lord.” + 

“No, no,” soothed Ashley. “I know you at least are honest. And I know you are no plotter. Well, well! You then can vouch for what you tell me?” + 

“Yes, I can!” cried Christopher, carried away. “My lord is at Madame’s feet! That is his reason for going so frequently to Paris! None other!” + 

“I may have been wrong.” + 

“Do you suspect everyone of plotting, sir?” + 

“Everyone!” replied Ashley, quickly. “Everyone!” + 

“Even Roxhythe!” Christopher laughed derisively. “Why, I tell you no thought is farther from his head!” He spoke with unbounded confidence. Ashley read the transparent honesty in his eyes, and leant back in his chair. + 

“And you know him as well as anyone, I suppose. Oh, do not be angry, Chris! It is part of my office to guard against possible intrigue. You say Roxhythe is in love with Madame. I had not thought of that. Yes, it is very likely. He must ever be in love with some woman.” He sneered. + 

“Suppose we talk of something else?” suggested Christopher, controlling the fury in his voice. + 

Ashley leant forward. + 

“Ah, Chris! Don’t speak like that! I had no thought to offend you. I wish you so well.” + 

Christopher was mollified. + 

“I am not offended, my lord. Indeed, I am sorry if I spoke rudely. But I do not relish adverse criticism of my Lord Roxhythe.” + 

“Then we are friends, Chris?” + 

Christopher took his outstretched hand. + 

“Of course, my lord!” + 

The heavy curtain hanging across the open doorway parted noiselessly. A tall figure stood there, all in black and gold, with thick chestnut curls framing his face. One white hand rested on his sword-hilt; the other fingered the lace at his throat. Calm brown eyes surveyed the two by the fire. + 

The Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe swept a bow to Lord Ashley-Cooper. + 

Christopher was on his feet in a flash. + 

“My lord!” he cried joyfully, and hurried forward. + 

Roxhythe held out his hand. He spoke to Ashley. + 

“I intrude. I apologize. I thought Chris was alone.” + 

Ashley watched Christopher kiss my lord’s fingers and saw the quick pressure of Roxhythe’s hand on his. He too rose. + 

“I think ’tis I who am the intruder,” he said. “I have been visiting Christopher, whom I have not seen for some time. I will now withdraw.” + 

Roxhythe disengaged his hand. + 

“I beg you will not!” He went to the door. + 

Ashley stayed him with a gesture. + 

“I was on the point of taking my leave,” he assured him. “I have been here too long already. I am a busy man, Lord Roxhythe. Chris!” + 

Christopher accompanied him out. + 

When he came back, Roxhythe had shed his long gold-lined cloak, and was seated on the edge of the table, swinging one booted leg. + 

“Well, Chris? Everything is as it should be?” + 

“Yes, sir. There are one or two letters from the bailiff at Bevan. I do not think him honest. Will you see them?” + 

Roxhythe nodded. + 

“And for the rest?” + 

“Nothing untoward has happened, sir. You are returned sooner than I expected.” He turned over a pile of papers, searching for the letters. + 

“Sooner than I expected myself. I found I was tired of Paris.” He took two sheets of parchment from Christopher, and started to read. “I did not know you were on speaking terms with Ashley,” he remarked, not lifting his eyes from the paper. “A reconciliation?” + 

“Something of the sort,” acknowledged Christopher. “I have barely spoken to him since he counselled me to leave your service. Today he came to visit me. A kindly intention, but he contrived to ruffle me the more.” + 

“Oh?” Roxhythe turned the sheet over, and went on reading. + 

“Yes.” Christopher knitted his brows. “He wanted to know why you were in Paris; why you went so often, and a lot more beside. I am sick to death of being questioned concerning your movements!” + 

Roxhythe stopped swinging his leg. Still he did not raise his eyes. + 

“I hope you satisfied him?” + 

“Well⁠—yes! I think now that I spoke hastily, and had no right to say what I did. But I was angered, and the words slipped out.” + 

Roxhythe laid down the paper. + 

“What did you say?” + 

“I confirmed the popular tale, sir. Ashley had some fool’s notion of intrigue. I told him you were at the feet of Madame.” He spoke rather nervously. + 

Roxhythe picked the paper up again. + 

“Truthful boy,” he said. + 

Christopher was silent for a moment, still frowning. + 

“My lord,” he said, at last. “Ashley is not the first who has sought to suck me of news concerning you. I dined with Harcourt the other night, and he talked of you until I had perforce to snub him. Everyone wants to know what you do, and why you do it. Even Lady Frances has questioned me! And I do not know! I⁠—I can only fall back on gossip, and I have been so harried and worried that I too am beginning to wonder: why did you go to Paris?” + 

Roxhythe went on reading. + 

“You told me yourself a moment ago.” + 

“I only told you what gossip says. You have never confided in me⁠—indeed, I did not expect it. I thought nothing of these sudden comings and goings. But other people seem suspicious. Why are they suspicious? Why do they think you⁠—are not what you seem to be?” + 

“Heaven knows!” + 

Christopher moved an agitated hand. + 

“My lord, you know I am not inquisitive. But⁠—but⁠—is there any truth in Ashley’s suspicions?” + 

At last my lord looked up. + 

“What precisely are his suspicions?” + 

“He told me he mistrusted you; he said you were a complex character. He hinted at intrigue. I know⁠—I thought I knew⁠—that such a thing would never enter your head. I said so; I laughed the idea to scorn. He was reassured, but between them all, I have been set thinking. Is there any truth in their suspicions?” + 

“None whatever,” said Roxhythe. He folded up the letters. + 

Christopher heaved a sigh of relief. + 

“I knew it!” he said. “But when next you go away I wish you would leave me some explanation to give these people!” + 

“You gave them the right one,” answered Roxhythe. + 

“Yes, but I did not know if it was right or wrong. I had to say something, and oh lud! the good advice I have received!” He laughed ruefully. “Everyone advises me to quit your service at once, and why God alone knows! I have been so infuriated, sir!” + 

“Poor Chris! You can quit my service if you will.” + 

“Sir! Have I shown myself so lacking in affection to you that you should think that possible? I do not want ever to do that. I⁠—I am so relieved to know that you are not leading⁠—well, a double life! Of course I did not really think it, but when several people all show suspicions one cannot help wondering. And then there was the Dutch affair. You plotted then, but it was for the King, and the King was plotting for the country, so it’s all one. You would never plot against the country, I know. I do not think, either, that you are in the habit of taking part in intrigue.” + 

“You know me rather well, don’t you?” smiled Roxhythe. + 

“Better than do these⁠—mischief-makers,” replied Christopher. “I am wise enough to trust in you implicitly.” + 

Roxhythe regarded him curiously. + 

“Are you? I am flattered.” He glanced down at his letters. His face was quite impassive. + 

“It is strange that so many people should warn me ’gainst you,” continued Christopher, airily. “First there was de Staal.⁠ ⁠…” + 

The brown eyes lifted, and fell again. + 

“… Then Roderick, then Ashley, then Lady Frances. Are they all crazed?” + 

“It seems so. Christopher, I think you must go to Bevan and attend to this matter.” Roxhythe tapped the parchment with his finger. “I mislike the tone of the man’s letter. I’ll have you keep a watchful eye on his doings, and, if need be, dismiss him and engage another in his place.” + 

Christopher’s face fell a little. + 

“Very well, sir. I suppose I shall be there some weeks?” + 

“I am afraid so. I shall miss you sadly here, but it cannot be helped.” + 

“When do you wish me to go, sir?” + 

“As soon as possible.” Roxhythe stood up. “I’ll look more closely into this presently.” He tossed the letters on to the table. “What am I doing tonight?” + 

Christopher referred to a tablet. + 

“You are going to Lady Caroline Sowerby’s rout, sir.” + 

Roxhythe shook his head. + 

“What induced you to accept that? Sowerby, forsooth! No, that is too much to expect of me. I shall wait on Lady Crewe.” He went out. + 

X + 

May, 1670 + 

During the weeks that followed Roxhythe lived almost entirely in France. At first Louis refused to countenance Charles’ demands, and it needed much skilful diplomacy and tender handling to persuade him. My Lord Arlington too proved troublesome, and cavilled at first one point and then another. At length Louis agreed that the furtherance of Catholicism in England should precede war with the Dutch, but on the subject of price he remained adamant. It almost seemed as though another deadlock had been reached, and Charles, urgently in need of money, was inclined to modify his demands. It was Roxhythe who counselled patience; Roxhythe who continued the negotiations, calmly, unhurriedly. + 

Christopher stayed at Bevan for nearly two months. Whenever he announced his intention of returning, as if by magic some new trouble would arise and he would be bidden to attend to it. It was not until the beginning of March of 1670 that he came back, and by that time the negotiations with France were practically at an end. + 

Towards the middle of the month Roxhythe had private audience with the King. Charles was in high spirits. + 

“My dear Davy, we have come to the end!” + 

Roxhythe was placid. + 

“I always said that the spring would see the end,” he remarked. + 

Charles drew him to a chair. + 

“You did, David. M. Colbert de Croissy has been with me. Louis gives me the sum I ask. Bealling is to draft the treaty. We win.” + 

“Yes, Sire, we win. I was determined that there should not be another failure.” + 

Charles pressed his shoulder. + 

“You are thinking of the Nassau intrigue? Does it rankle?” + 

“I believe it does,” said Roxhythe. + 

It was not until May, however, that the treaty was signed. There was much argument as to the manner in which it should be done, but it was at length decided that Madame d’Orléans should come over to Dover ostensibly to see her brother, and that the representatives of both parties should sign it there. + 

Louis and his Court were making a tour of the country round Dunkirk, so that it would be no great matter for Madame to sail to England for a short space. + 

On the sixteenth of the month Charles travelled in state to Dover. He was accompanied by all his court with the exception of the Duke of York, who was prevented from coming until a few days later. + 

The festivities at Dover were riotously extravagant. Every minute of every day was planned out for Madame’s entertainment, yet in the midst of all the gaiety Charles found time to have private speech with his sister. + 

The interview did not last long, but it was conclusive. That evening the King summoned his favourite. + 

“David, I have agreed to my sister’s wishes.” + 

“Ah!” said Roxhythe. “And they were?” + 

“That I should give the war with Holland my first attention.” He looked closely at my lord as he spoke. + 

“You thus make yourself dependent on Parliament, Sir.” + 

“Not wholly, Louis gives me three million livres yearly for as long as the war shall last.” + 

Roxhythe walked to the window. + 

“In part I applaud you, Sir. It were best to defer the declaring of yourself a Catholic.” + 

Charles laughed. + 

“I have always known that to be worse than imprudent.” + 

“Of course. I think His Grace of York will not care for the amendment.” + 

“Perhaps not. But I think I am wiser than is James.” + 

“So do I,” said Roxhythe. + 

There the matter ended. + 

A few days later came the Duke of York. When he heard that Charles had given way to Louis he was first furious and then despairing. He implored his brother to recall the promise; he uttered solemn warnings and urgent pleas. To all of which Charles smiled and smiled again. + 

Madame at once perceived James’ discontent. As soon as she could conveniently do so she taxed him with it. He came into the room one evening when she was seated with Roxhythe at the window, watching the bonfires in the distance. When the Duke entered Madame shot a commanding glance at her companion. My lord bowed and sauntered out. + 

James sat down heavily. After a moment Madame went to him and laid a caressing hand on his arm. + 

“What is it, James? There is something you do not like?” + 

The Duke covered her hand with his. + 

“I am torn this way and that, Henriette. I scarce know myself what ails me.” + 

She sat down beside him. + 

“Why are you so torn, mon ami? Is it this bond? You still have misgivings?” + 

“Deep misgivings. This secrecy likes me not at all. It is as though we were thieves⁠—in the night.” + 

She was silent. There was nothing to say. + 

“I want this alliance,” he continued sombrely. “I have prayed for it. But not this way.” + 

“How then would you have it?” + 

“Openly. With the consent of Parliament.” + 

“They would never consent.” + 

“They might be compelled. There is the army.” + 

“It is not practicable,” she answered. “You know it.” + 

He brushed his hand to and fro across the table. + 

“Henriette, what we do is not right! It is not honourable! For Kings to traffic secretly with one another⁠—it revolts me!” + 

Again she was silent. + 

“And now you have induced Charles to go to war with Holland before he declares himself Catholic!” + 

“James, believe me, it is impossible for Charles to do that now. He dare not. The time is not yet.” + 

“You are all the same,” said the Duke bitterly. “ ‘The time is not yet.’ Wait, wait, wait, until it is too late! I tell you I am sick unto death of the whole affair.” + 

“Then leave it to us, James! Charles is acting for the best, as am I. Is it only this question of Catholicism that troubles you?” Her eyes searched his face. + 

“No,” said James. “I fear a trap.” + 

“Who would be likely to lay traps for you?” + 

He returned her glance squarely. + 

“Louis.” + 

Madame took his hands. + 

“I swear to you there is no such thing.” + 

“You may not know.” + 

“If there were a trap Charles had been the first to see it,” she said. + 

James’s lip curled scornfully, and a little sadly. + 

“Charles thinks of naught save money and women. He is careless⁠—blind.” + 

“You misjudge him,” she answered. “Charles is no fool.” + 

He shook his head wearily. + 

“I do not understand him. I never have understood him. Great issues weigh with him not at all; he spends his days idling⁠—and making love.” + 

“You do not know,” she said quietly. + 

“It may be that.” An angry light came into his eyes. “He does not give me his confidence! He laughs at me, and fences when I question him. All his confidence goes to that man!” He jerked his head towards the door. + 

“Roxhythe?” she asked, watching him. + 

His hand clenched slowly. + 

“Ay, Roxhythe. That impudent poseur! That court-darling! Roxhythe is never from his side. He employs him always⁠—tells him his whole mind. Oh, they are fitly matched! Both are without honour! without decency!” + 

“Don’t speak so loud. Remember, Charles is the King.” + 

“A pretty King!” he replied bitterly. “He cares for naught save his own pleasures. Do you think he enters into this treaty from any sense of patriotism? He does not! He sees a means whereby to gain money! Money that he will squander on his women and his playthings! He and his favourite! Oh, they are a fit couple! Roxhythe abets him in his extravagance! He panders to his vanity! I tell you that man is not to be trusted! He works only for himself.” + 

“No. He works for the King. Never forget that, James. To that one man I believe he will always be loyal. Why do you so dislike him?” + 

James rose jerkily to his feet, scraping his chair back across the wooden floor. + 

“Because I am jealous of him,” he grated; “I admit it freely! He hath the place that should be mine! He hath the King his ear. There is nothing Charles does that Roxhythe does not know. There are many things that I know not of!” + 

“ ’Sh! What reason have you for saying that?” + 

He paced up and down the room. + 

“I have eyes. I am not the fool Charles thinks me. I know that he plots behind my back. Oh, I’ve no proofs! But I know for all that.” + 

Madame led him back to his seat. + 

“James, you are speaking wildly. Your jealousy has carried you away. Charles has no secrets from you, I’ll swear. You should not make an enemy of Roxhythe for so foolish a reason.” So she chided him, her hand in his. + 

“Ay, that is it,” he nodded. “I should not make an enemy of so powerful a man. I, the King’s brother! Cordieu, things have come to a pretty pass!” + 

“Oh fie! You overrate Roxhythe his influence. You know that you stand first with the King.” + 

“I would it were so,” he answered, leaning his head in his hand. + 

“It is so. Why, James, to what are you descended that you stoop to be jealous of a courtier?” + 

He sat up. + 

“I am overwrought. I am not jealous of him. I do but mistrust him. This affair is preying on my nerves till I do not know what I am saying. Forget it, Henriette!” + 

“It is forgotten,” she assured him. “And James! Put all thoughts of traps and false dealings out of your head. I, Henrietta Stuart, swear that there is no such thing.” + 

He smiled up at her, his whole face softened. + 

“I’d not accuse you of false dealing, child.” + 

She patted his cheek. + 

“There! Now you are sensible! Another thing I’ll tell you: Charles is not so soulless as you think. Trust in him to see that no harm comes to the alliance.” + 

The smile faded. James turned his head away. + 

Someone knocked on the door. A page entered holding the door for Roxhythe. + 

James rose quickly. + 

My lord bowed first to Madame, and then to the Duke. + 

“I crave your pardon for this intrusion,” he said. “His Majesty sent me to request your presence in his room, sir.” + 

James straightened his cravat. + 

“I thank you, my Lord. Madame, you will excuse me?” He left the room. + 

Down in the streets below were many lights. A torchlight procession was passing. There was much noise of shouting and of cheering. My lord went over to the window, looking out. + 

“Roxhythe,” said Madame abruptly. “Why does my brother dislike you?” + 

My lord glanced at her over his shoulder. + 

“Does he?” he asked. + 

“You know it. Do you annoy him?” + 

“You see,” apologized Roxhythe. “I am of a flippant turn of mind.” + 

That was all he would say. Dissatisfied, Madame broached the subject to the King next morning. + 

“Charles, do you know that James hates Roxhythe?” + 

The King was lolling on a couch. + 

“My dear, he would hate a fly if it teased him.” + 

“Does Roxhythe tease him?” + 

“He has a certain air which distresses poor Jamie,” smiled the King. + 

“It is a pity,” she mused. “James thinks that you do not give him your whole confidence.” + 

Charles’ mournful eyes widened. + 

“Dear, dear!” + 

“He is afraid that you will walk into some trap of Louis’ making. He thinks you are a fool.” + 

“I know,” said the King. “And I think him one. Yet we are really very fond of each other. An amusing situation.” + 

“I wish that you understood one another better,” she sighed. “Or rather that James understood you.” + 

“So do not I,” said Charles. “We are very well as we are.” He surveyed her languidly. “Tomorrow the bond is to be signed?” + 

“By your Commissioners, and by de Croissy. You’ve no misgivings?” + 

“None,” he answered. The glance that passed between them was full of meaning. + 

“I have to thank you for your patience in the matter, Henriette.” + 

She shook her head. + 

“No, no! I am so glad to have been of use!” + 

He put his arm about her. + 

“You are a very charming child,” he said, and kissed her. “I would I might take you back with me to London.” + 

Something sparkled on the end of her lashes. + 

“Perhaps⁠—I wish⁠—so⁠—too,” she said. + 

He stroked her bright curls. For a while there was silence. + 

“So I am to have La Kéroualle?” said the King at length. + 

Madame smiled again. + 

“You asked for her long ago,” she parried. She was finding a novel amusement in turning the hand she held this way and that so that the light caught the rings on his fingers. + 

“So I did. Louis must think well of her to send her to me.” + 

“She is very beautiful,” said Madame, still holding his hand. + 

“And very cunning?” The long fingers clasped hers. + 

“Charles, do you not want her at Whitehall?” + 

“I shall be delighted to have her,” he retorted. + 

“She comes not as a spy, but as a⁠—” + 

“Secret agent. A nice distinction. But no matter.” + 

“I really do not wonder that James is annoyed with you,” said Madame severely. + 

XI + 

Unrest + 

Summer. Christopher sat on the broad terrace at Bevan Court, looking out across the gardens into the blue haze. Before him the great house reared up its turrets, creeper-hung, against the cloudless sky. Clipped yew hedges dotted the lawns at his feet; flowers grew in stone pots around him. It was very still, very hot. Somewhere a bird was twittering sleepily to its mate; lying on the ground beside Christopher was a huge mastiff, his boon companion. + 

Christopher contemplated the scene restfully. He felt at peace with the world. So much so that presently he closed his eyes. + 

Lady Frances came out of the old Gothic door on to the terrace. For an instant she stood irresolute. Then she saw Christopher and smiled. + 

Christopher felt light hands across his eyes. + 

“Guess!” whispered my lady, behind him. + 

He jumped up. + 

“Lady Frances, of course!” + 

She came round the seat and sat down. The mastiff wagged his tail; then he went to sleep again. + 

“How hot it is!” said her ladyship drowsily. “How beautiful!” + 

Christopher agreed. + 

“I came out to give you this,” continued Frances. She handed him a packet. “The courier has just arrived.” + 

Christopher turned it over lazily. + 

“Roderick,” he said. “Have you any news of my lord?” + 

“A short note. He is escorting the King here in two days time. He adjures you to have everything in readiness.” + 

“I don’t think there is anything more to be done,” said Christopher. “I have racked my brains to discover something.” + 

“There is nothing. Do you read that letter! Perhaps your brother will have news of the Prince.” + 

Christopher broke upon the seals. + 

It was late August of 1672. The past years had been fairly uneventful at home except that in October of 1670 the Prince of Orange had come home on a visit to England. Roderick had been in his train, and the brothers had seen a great deal of one another. Roderick had succeeded in annoying Christopher by regarding him in studied gloom, and Roxhythe with scarce veiled disapproval. Christopher was thereby made uncomfortable. He was grateful to my lord for asking Roderick to Bevan House but at the same time he wished that he had not done it. He felt that Roderick was not a credit to him. It afforded him some satisfaction to see that Roderick was impressed by his standing in society. It was very pleasant when Lord Buckhurst strolled into the library where they were seated, and hailed him by his Christian name, asking some questions concerning Roxhythe’s whereabouts. Roderick was so disdainful and affected such superior airs that little incidents such as that filled him with unholy joy. + 

Abroad much had taken place. In France Madame had died suddenly, mysteriously, some said poisoned. In Holland, William Nassau had gradually broken away from De Witt. Lately he had been made, at twenty-one, Captain-General of the army, and was fighting Louis with all the energy and indomitable courage of his race. + 

The French generals, Turenne and Condé, had overrun three of the Dutch Provinces, spreading terror before them. Then had been the moment for Nassau to rise. Many of the great cities clamoured for him. At Middleburgh and Amsterdam the people grew unruly. De Witt had been forced to consent to William’s rise. He exacted from him an oath that he would observe the abolition of the Stadtholdership, and sent him to the head of the army. Hope revived; Holland hailed the Prince their preserver. + 

De Witt suspecting negotiations between England and France, had made a treaty with Spain that broke off the last threads that bound the Triple Alliance together. Charles seized the opportunity to induce his Cabinet to declare war on Holland. + 

Christopher had watched these proceedings with intense interest. He did not pretend to understand why Ashley headed the desire for war; it was unlike him to wish to ally England with France. Christopher decided that politics were very mysterious. + 

At home, Charles had introduced his Declaration of Indulgence, permitting religious freedom. It had passed the Houses, and was greeted with murmurous opposition. The Duke of York was publicly received into the Roman Catholic Church. London was uneasy. The sudden closing of the Exchequer caused a stir, and more unrest. + 

Now it was late summer, and Charles was coming to Bevan Court on a visit. Lady Frances was acting hostess, and Christopher had been sent on in advance to have all in readiness. + 

An exclamation from him made Lady Fanny start, and open her eyes. + 

“The De Witts have been murdered!” + 

Lady Frances sat up. + 

“Chris!” + 

Christopher referred to the letter. + 

“Roderick writes as though ’twere a natural happening! Oddsblood, the man has the heart of a fish!⁠ ⁠… ‘Yesterday the news was brought to us thatt Jan and Cornelius De Witt have been done to Death by the Mob at the Hague. Soe Perish all His Highness’ Enemies!’⁠ ⁠… Zounds!” Christopher crumpled the parchment in his hand. “Murder! Foul murder! I wonder.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“What do you wonder? Not.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“I wonder what part the Prince played in this dastardly deed.” + 

“Oh, no, Chris! No, no!” + 

“Roderick says no more than that ‘so perish all His Highness his enemies.’ Great Heavens!” + 

Lady Frances took the letter from him. + 

“May I see?” + 

“Oh, you may read it! That I should have such a brother!” + 

She spread open the sheets on her knee. + 

“… All over the Country the People call for a Stadtholder. At Rotterdam and Amsterdam they Growe unruly. The Prince His Oathe to De Witt absolved by Deathe, taketh the Government into His Owne Hands. Nowe he at last hath His Rightfull Place, after soe Many Yeares Patient Waiting. Nowe he hath Command over All Things, and no Pensionary to Oppose Him. He Hath Grate Plannes for the Repulsion of the Impudent Frenchman, the which, Guided by His Supreme Courage and Steadfast Purpose, He Goes shortly to put into Action. God Aide and Bless His Endeavours! He is a very Upright, Grate Prince, Wise beyond His Yeares, Knoweing not Despair. We of His Household, seeing Him Day by Day Striving always for His Country, Knowe howe Iron is His Will, howe Grate His Truthe. I do Counsel You, my Brother, to Leave thatt Libertine His Service, and to Join me Here, under the Prince His Glorious Standard. This do I Implore You to do for the Love I Bare You, which Love Hateth to see You Working for the Truthless Servant of a King who Lacks Honoure, Loyalty, and all those Things thatt a King should have.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“Bah!” snapped Christopher. “What more?” + 

“There’s little else. The rest concerns you alone.” She handed him the parchment which he thrust angrily into his pocket. + 

Lady Frances sat with her chin in her hand. + 

“So that is what Roderick says? Warnings, Chris, warnings!” + 

“Ay! You are all very anxious for me to quit my lord! And I will not! I know him as you do not! And I hold these warnings in contempt!” + 

She sighed. + 

“Don’t eat me, Chris. ’Tis very seldom that I speak to you on this subject after all!” + 

He took her hand quickly, kissing it. + 

“Forgive me! I had no right to speak to you like that! You are so good to me! so very good!” + 

“Oh, nonsense!” She patted his shoulder. “I wonder what they think of this in London? The news will have reached them by now. I would give much to know the inner workings of it.” + 

“Would you? I had rather not know. It must have been at the Prince’s instigation.” + 

“It may have been. De Witt was a block in his path. Therefore it was right that De Witt should go.” + 

“Right? How can you say that?” + 

Lady Frances’ eyes were narrowed. + 

“It seems to me that De Witt’s day has been ended some time since. The one man who might save Holland is Nassau. We have seen how he was hampered by De Witt’s cautious vetoes. Well, down with De Witt.” + 

“I cannot agree!” + 

“Quite right, dear boy. I hope you never will agree.” + 

He stared at her. + 

“You hope⁠—but why?” + 

“Because it would mean that you had acquired a callous heart, even as all we who have⁠—never mind! Let’s take the news to Jasper.” + 

They walked slowly back to the house. + 

The tidings reached my lord at Bevan House as he was in the act of penning an amorous note to Lady Crewe. + 

His servant came hurriedly into the room. He had been with Roxhythe since his boyhood, and he was permitted these licenses. + 

“My lord, the De Witts are dead! Murdered!” + 

John felt more than a casual interest in the news. He had several times seen the Grand Pensionary. + 

Roxhythe looked up. + 

“What of it?” + 

“But, my lord⁠—!” + 

Roxhythe went back to his writing. + 

“You disturb me.” + 

He went later to Whitehall and found it seething with the tale. He was very bored. + 

The visit to Bevan Court was in every way successful. The King was fêted and feasted most extravagantly. Mademoiselle de Kéroualle, now Duchess of Portsmouth, and mistress-in-chief, came in his train, and was pleased to be very fascinating; the Duke of Monmouth, in high spirits, could talk of nothing but the prospect of his journey to Holland next year at the head of the English troops. + 

Christopher lived the few days in a positive whirl of excitement. He was very busy, for Roxhythe paid no attention to any of the arrangements, but this did not trouble him. He was helping to entertain the most gracious King in the world; he had kissed this King’s hand; the King had spoken to him several times; his cup was full. + 

All through the winter Roxhythe continued to make trifling and spasmodic love to Lady Crewe. Christopher watched, troubled. He saw that Millicent was taking his master very seriously, and he was sorry, for he knew that Roxhythe was beginning to weary of her. He dared not speak to him on the subject, but he was a tenderhearted boy, and he wished that my lord would amuse himself with someone older, and more accustomed to the game. He saw that Millicent was not treating it as a game any longer. He saw also that Sir Henry Crewe was less and less at his wife’s side, and had begun to look at her coldly. He wondered how it would end. + 

Meanwhile, great changes were taking place in England. Ashley, now the Earl of Shaftesbury, was Chancellor, and led the Cabinet. The long recess of Parliament still went on. The Country party was more than ever opposed to the Court party and dissension was growing apace. + 

From Harcourt Christopher learned that the Declaration of Indulgence was becoming more and more unpopular. War with Holland was imminent; the King continued to amuse himself. + 

Roxhythe still ignored the universal unrest. Christopher was more than ever sure that he had no interest in politics, was of no party, and was above all the petty jealousies and intrigues that went on daily. Now and then he went to Paris, but mostly he was at Whitehall, pursuing his brilliant course. Christopher no longer puzzled over these visits to France. Roxhythe had assured him that his vague fears were groundless; he trusted Roxhythe. + 

And so the year crept out, and the New Year was upon them. + 