Book + 

IV + 

The One Part + 

I + 

The New Master + 

In April of 1677 Christopher left Roxhythe after nine long years and took rooms in Cheapside. After the first struggle he seemed to sink into a state of apathy. He hardly stirred from his rooms and he received no one. At present he was living in some horrible nightmare; he could not even now realise all that had happened. + 

In May of the same year Lady Frances returned from Scotland where she had been staying. She made her curtsey to the King at Whitehall and stayed by his side for some time, laughing and talking with him in a reminiscent vein. After that she exchanged frivolities with Lord Buckhurst. It was at that moment that Roxhythe appeared on the scene. + 

He stood for some while by the King, but presently he perceived his cousin and came across the room towards her. + 

Lady Frances gave him her hand. + 

“Well, David!” She eyed Lord Buckhurst with her head on one side. “Dear me, Charles, I believe Lady Finchley wants you!” + 

He laughed in answer to her twinkling glance. + 

“Which means that you do not? Very well! I’ll go!” He strolled off to join Killigrew. + 

Lady Frances smiled up at Roxhythe. + 

“Charles is very charming, is he not?” she said. “Sit down, David. How are you?” + 

“The same as ever,” he answered. “And you?” + 

“How do I look?” she parried. + 

“Marvellous!” he said lazily. + 

“Then that is how I feel. How is Chris?” + 

My lord regarded the rosettes on his shoes. + 

“I really don’t know. He has left me.” + 

Lady Frances gasped. + 

“Left you? Christopher? Good gracious, Roxhythe, what has happened?” + 

“We had a difference of opinion and he decided that our ways lay apart.” + 

Lady Frances to some extent recovered her composure. She laid a compelling hand on his arm. + 

“Roxhythe, you must have shown yourself very vile! I insist on knowing everything!” + 

“I am sorry to have to disappoint you, my dear. Suffice it that we agreed to part.” + 

“It does not suffice! Something terrible must have happened to induce Chris to leave you.” + 

“No, not at all.” + 

“Roxhythe, do not play with me! He is⁠—disillusioned?” + 

“Thoroughly.” + 

“He knows that you are not⁠—so idle?” + 

My lord raised his brows. + 

“Oh, pho! You know very well that I see through your pose! Others may be blind, but I am not. You are the King his man.” + 

“Is not this a rather public spot wherein to discuss such matters?” + 

“Has Chris found out?” + 

“Why not ask him?” + 

“I shall! Have no fear of that! But I want it from your lips. Oh, come, David! I too have lived in intrigue; I am not blameless myself. Chris discovered that you were plotting?” + 

“Something of the sort!” + 

“And so he left you? No, that is not enough. You used him?” + 

“You should have been born a man, my dear.” + 

“My mother knew better. Did you use Christopher?” + 

“You weary me,” said Roxhythe. “You were never wont to do that. I did use him.” + 

“Then you are utterly without a heart, without shame! You are loathsome!” said my lady vehemently. + 

“You always knew that I had no heart. Shame is an unknown quantity. But as to loathsome⁠ ⁠… h’m!” + 

“It is true. Oh, David, why did you do it?” + 

“I forget. There was a reason.” + 

“For heaven’s sake don’t be flippant!” she snapped. “Where is Christopher?” + 

“In rooms. 94, Cheapside.” + 

“I shall tell him to visit me. Perhaps he will be more explicit!” + 

“I doubt it.” My lord smiled insufferably. + 

“We shall see. I suppose you have killed his love for you?” + 

“On the contrary.” + 

“Do you mean to say that Christopher still adores you?” + 

“I believe so.” + 

“And you sit there and tell me that in that calm, disinterested way! Roxhythe, I have never found you less to my taste!” + 

He looked into her flashing eyes. She was sitting very straight. + 

“Well, my dear, there is a remedy.” He rose. “Pray give me leave!” + 

She nodded angrily. My lord strolled back to the King. + 

Next day a note was brought to Christopher. The serving-maid bore it up to his room. + 

Christopher was trying to write to his brother. The task was a difficult one. It was hard to acknowledge himself to have been in the wrong throughout. + 

The serving-maid gave a sniff and proffered the note. When he saw Lady Frances’ handwriting a little colour came to Christopher’s pale cheeks and he tore the letter open. It was very short. + 

“Deare Chris.⁠—Come and See me this After Noon.⁠—F. M.” + 

“Do they await an answer?” asked Christopher. + 

“No, sir.” The girl twisted her apron between her fingers and giggled a little for no better reason than that she admired him. “The footman went away at once.” + 

“Thank you.” + 

The maid departed, clattering across the floor in shoes two sizes too large for her. She was something of a contrast to the well-trained lackeys at Bevan House. + 

That afternoon Christopher surveyed his many suits deliberately. If he was to wait on Lady Fanny he must be carefully dressed. At the back of the cupboard hung a brown velvet suit, heavily laced with gold. Christopher fingered it dreamily. He had worn this coat last when he had returned from Flanders.⁠ ⁠… Then there was the blue cloth with its cream facings. That had been bought for a garden-party at Lady Pommeroy’s house. Roxhythe had worn apricot velvet.⁠ ⁠… He put it back slowly. The lilac velvet? No.⁠ ⁠… That had been his summer suit down at Bevan last year.⁠ ⁠… The grey cloth with the pale blue ribbons?⁠ ⁠… Not that. Roxhythe had approved of that dress. What was it he had said?⁠ ⁠… Almost roughly Christopher thrust it back into the cupboard. From its depths he drew a green coat laced with silver. He had seldom worn this, thinking it ugly. Well, it should be worn now. He shut the cupboard. + 

An hour later he was ushered into Lady Fanny’s boudoir. + 

Frances looked up quickly, scanning his face as he made his leg. She was shocked at the change that had taken place. There was no sparkle in his eyes, no colour in his face. He had aged extraordinarily since last she had seen him. + 

“My very dear Chris!” She came forward, hands outstretched. + 

He took them in his. + 

“How kind of you to invite me, Lady Frances! I did not know you were in town.” His voice was graver than of old. + 

“Dear boy, it was more of a summons!” she smiled. “Now come and sit down beside me and tell me everything.” She drew him to a couch. + 

“I don’t think that there is much to tell,” said Christopher, trying hard to sound unconcerned. “You heard that I have left Roxhythe?” + 

“Yes, Chris. Tell me all about it.” She patted his hand as she spoke. “You know that I can be discreet.” + 

“It’s nothing, Lady Fanny. I found that I wanted to leave⁠—so I⁠—left.” He spoke with would-be lightness. + 

“Chris, that is not enough. I have seen Roxhythe, and I know that something has happened.” + 

“Oh, no! I was tired of playing secretary. I am a man of leisure now!” + 

“And do you like it, Chris?” + 

He looked away. + 

“Tell me, dear boy.⁠ ⁠…” + 

“I can’t!” + 

“You can. Roxhythe has treated you shamefully I know.” + 

A wry smile twisted his lips. + 

“Don’t say you warned me!” + 

“Of course I shall not! He used you in some way? tricked you?” + 

“That I cannot tell you. But you will be glad to know⁠—that my eyes are open⁠—at last.” + 

“I am not glad, dear. I am very, very sorry. You thought he was⁠—” + 

“I thought he was the soul of honour and truth. Well, I was mistaken.” + 

“He has hurt you badly, then. It was bound to happen. He lives only for the King. It is his one good point.” + 

“Not at all. He has many good points. Don’t think that I have ceased to care for him! I love him as much as before⁠—but I⁠—cannot live with him. Shall we talk of something else?” His eyes pleaded. + 

“Yes, Chris. We will talk of what you contemplate doing.” + 

“I hardly know. I thought I would continue to be a man of leisure. I find I must have some occupation.” + 

“Quite right. What have you thought of?” + 

“A secretaryship, I suppose.” + 

Lady Frances nodded briskly. + 

“You’ve someone in mind?” + 

“Not yet.” + 

“Then I know the very thing for you!” + 

Christopher looked apprehensive. + 

“What is it, Lady Frances?” + 

“Do you know Sir Richard Worth?” + 

“One of the Country Party?” + 

“Yes; under Cavendish.” + 

“I believe I have seen him. I do not know him.” + 

“It so happens that he is in need of a secretary. Jasper knows him. You must apply for the post.” + 

“Oh⁠—oh⁠—I do not think so!” + 

“Indeed yes! It is the very thing for you. You want occupation, and it had best be with a man very different from Roxhythe.” + 

“But I doubt⁠—I am not fitted for⁠—public work.” + 

“You will learn. Your name stands in your favour⁠—” + 

“And my nine years’ service to Roxhythe stands well against me.” + 

“That is true, of course. However, I shall see what can be done. I have bidden Sir Richard to dinner tonight. I shall talk gently to him.” + 

“Please do not, Lady Frances! Indeed, I do not think that I want to be his secretary!” + 

“Whose then?” + 

“I don’t know⁠—I⁠—” + 

“Very well then! No, you must not argue! You do not want to do anything but mope at home. And I say you are not to. Have you any objection to Worth?” + 

“No. I know nothing about him.” + 

“Then apply for the post. Ah, Chris, please!” + 

“It’s very kind of you, Lady Fanny. I’ll apply for it. After all, what odds does it make whom I serve?” + 

“There! I knew you would be sensible. And you’ll wait on him tomorrow?” + 

“If you like.” + 

“I do like. And Chris⁠—don’t wear that dress! Indeed, green becomes you not.” + 

He smiled. + 

“I’ll go clad in sober black.” + 

“No, nor that either. Wear that nice blue coat worked with cream.” + 

There was a slight pause. + 

“Yes,” said Christopher. + 

He did go, although against his inclination. When he arrived at Worth’s house he was ushered into the study, which was severely furnished and dark, and which looked out on to the backs of houses. Christopher shivered. A single ray of sunlight contrived to squeeze in at the window and showed a million specks of dust. + 

The door opened. A short, middle-aged man came into the room, Christopher’s card in his hand. + 

“Mr. Dart?” The voice was fussy, slightly peevish. + 

Christopher bowed. + 

Sir Richard clasped his hand. + 

“Yours is an old name. I knew your father. A most noble gentleman.” + 

Again Christopher bowed. + 

“Yes. Well, will you be seated? Oh, there are papers on the chair! Allow me!” He cleared the documents on to the table. Christopher thanked him. + 

Worth sat down at the writing-table and rested his arms on it. + 

“Lady Frances Montgomery advised me of your coming today. A charming lady! Charming!” + 

Christopher suppressed a smile. Evidently Fanny had exerted herself to captivate Sir Richard. + 

Worth came back to earth. + 

“Charming, yes. I understand you have been secretary to my Lord Roxhythe?” + 

“I have had that honour, Sir Richard, for nine years.” + 

“Well, well! May I ask why you left him? Do not think me impertinent! But it is just as well to know everything, is it not?” + 

This was almost amusing. Worth was indeed a contrast to Roxhythe. Christopher found himself thinking of another interview that had taken place at eleven at night in rooms overlooking the river. How typical of my lord that was! + 

“Er⁠—certainly, sir. I left because I wanted a change. He will speak for me, I know.” + 

“Ah, yes, yes, of course! That is excellent. You understand that this is rather different work from what you have been accustomed to?” + 

“Yes, sir.” + 

“Don’t think that I mean to infer that you are not capable of undertaking it! But I think it would be a great change. Is that not so?” + 

“Yes, sir. I have done little save manage the affairs of my lord’s estate.” + 

“Just as I thought. Exactly. No matter. Of course I need hardly say this to James Dart his son, but great discretion would be required of you an you worked for me. Here we handle State affairs which must not be talked of.” + 

“I understand that, sir.” + 

“Ah, yes, yes, naturally. I am sure that you would prove discreet. You said, I think, that Lord Roxhythe would speak for you?” + 

“I did.” + 

“Yes. You’ll forgive me, Mr. Dart, but I marvel that you stayed so long in his service.” + 

Christopher stiffened. + 

“Indeed, sir?” + 

“I had thought that James Dart his son would not have been in the company of such as Roxhythe.” + 

“Sir, I think it as well to tell you that Lord Roxhythe commands my highest regards.” + 

“Dear, dear! Of course he has great fascination. I have heard of it. A powerful man.” + 

“Very,” said Christopher. + 

“Forgive me again, but do you realize that the atmosphere of my house is very different from Lord Roxhythe’s?” + 

Christopher glanced round the untidy room. + 

“Yes,” he said. The faintest of smiles flickered across his mouth. + 

“I live very quietly. I fear I am no brilliant courtier. I am but a patriot. I do trust you are not imbued with Lord Roxhythe his views.” + 

“I regret, sir, I cannot tell you what are his views.” + 

“That is very well, very well. And so you desire to fill the post of secretary to me?” + 

Christopher sighed. + 

“That is my desire, sir.” + 

“Yes. Well, Mr. Dart, I will not disguise the fact that good⁠—above all discreet⁠—secretaries are not easily come by these days. Your name stands greatly in your favour. And of course Sir Jasper Montgomery’s recommendation is sufficient. With your permission I will write to Lord Roxhythe. And then, if you are agreeable, I should suggest a week’s trial.” + 

“Very well, Sir Richard. I shall try to satisfy you.” + 

“Of course, of course! Let me see⁠—have you not an elder brother?” + 

“Roderick, sir. He is with the Prince of Orange.” + 

“Is that so? Very interesting to be sure. Though we cannot afford to lose good patriots in these times.” + 

Christopher rose. + 

“Roderick has been with the Prince for many years, sir. He is very devoted.” + 

“Ah yes, naturally. A remarkable young man, is he not? Remarkable.” He ushered his visitor out. + 

Christopher walked slowly down Bishopsgate Street. Suddenly he laughed mirthlessly, and his hand clenched on his glove. What a fool he was not to return to Roxhythe! Why should he enter the service of this uncongenial man? Why should he not go to his master and beg to be allowed to come back? But he knew that he would never do that. A fool he might be, but he knew that he was acting rightly. He thought how Roxhythe would have enjoyed the interview with Worth, and laughed again. There swept over him an overwhelming longing to see that tall, graceful figure again, to hear the lazy voice, to feel the pressure of those tapering fingers. He walked on, biting his lip. + 

Two days later came a letter from Roxhythe. Christopher’s hands trembled as he broke the seal. + 

“My Deare Chris.⁠—Who in God’s Name is Worth? Some Psalm-singing Puritan, I’ll be bound. Eschew his Company. I spoke of you Very Highly, though I was minded to Malign you when I saw who your Future Master was to be. + 

“My secretary is a Fool. I implore you to take Pity on me. Or if Ye will not, at least Visitt me Some Day.⁠—Roxhythe.” + 

Christopher folded the missive tenderly and slipped it into his pocket. Every nerve urged him to go to Roxhythe who wanted him, but his will held him back. Once in my lord’s presence the spell would be cast over him again, and all the old agony would return. + 

He answered the letter at length, and told my lord that as yet he could not face an interview. He assured Roxhythe of his undying affection. It was a pathetic, wistful letter that tried hard to be cheerful. + 

My lord read it and laid it aside. + 

“A pity,” he reflected. “He was so much more restful than this dolt.” + 

II + 

The Coming of William + 

“My dear David, it is a marvellous scheme.” + 

Roxhythe turned his hand so that the rings on it flashed in the sunlight. + 

“It seems very well. But what says the Prince?” + 

He was walking with the King in the Privy Gardens at Whitehall. + 

Charles shrugged. + 

“He has refused hitherto, but this time I think he will consent.” + 

“Oh. And what says the Lady Mary?” + 

“She’s a child. Therefore foolish.” + 

My lord smiled. + 

“I thought so. And the Duke?” + 

“David, there are moments when ye would try the patience of a saint! Do you expect me to listen to James his plaints?” + 

“After all, she is his daughter,” murmured Roxhythe. + 

“He should not count her above the nation,” returned Charles piously. + 

Roxhythe’s shoulders shook. + 

“Oh, lud!” + 

Charles bit his lip. Then he too burst out laughing. + 

“Fie on you, David! This time I have the nation’s good at heart.” + 

“Very well, Sir. So the Lady Mary must be sacrificed.” + 

“Sacrificed!” + 

“Sire, you have had but a fleeting glance of your nephew. And that was seven years ago. You have not seen your nephew’s court.” + 

“No. Is it still so dreary?” + 

“Ineffably. I do pity the Lady Mary.” + 

“She will grow accustomed to it,” said Charles comfortably. “At all events the thing must be done.” + 

“It is wise, I grant you. But you were never so set on it until now. Do I see the hand of Danby?” + 

“Partly. He is mad for it. I think he is suffering from an attack of patriotism. He is subject to them.” + 

“Sir, Danby is a waverer. He is greatly disliked.” + 

“He will last a little longer. He has his uses.” + 

Roxhythe frowned. + 

“True. But not much longer. When does the Prince land?” + 

Charles plucked a rose and twirled it between his fingers. + 

“Next week. Odds, I am anxious to see him again.” + 

“Does he know for what he is invited?” + 

“I suppose so. You say he is no fool.” + 

“No. Therefore I expect him to comply very readily with your desires. I never understood why he refused before. He is very secret.” + 

Charles nodded. They pursued their way along the ordered walks. Presently the King waved his hand towards the south side of the gardens where were the Duchess of Cleveland’s apartments. + 

“Bab swears she is for Paris,” he remarked. + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“I gather her Grace of Portsmouth has annoyed her?” + 

“Bab was ever a termagant. I hope she will return, though I have been worn to a shred by her passions. Mine is a hard lot.” + 

Roxhythe looked inquiringly. + 

“Why? Because two women quarrel?” + 

“Oons, no! I was thinking of this marriage.” + 

“I thought you were so eager for it?” + 

“On the one side I am; Louis is coming too close. But on the other side I do not wish to offend him. He’ll take this very ill. However, I hope for peace.” + 

Roxhythe was amused. + 

“What! Do you think that the dreary argufyers at Nimeguen will have done at last?” + 

“I do trust so. I count on it.” + 

“You are grown sanguine, Sir,” said Roxhythe drily. + 

Across the lawn came Danby, hurrying. He bowed to the King. + 

“Sire, the latest news is that Buckingham, Salisbury, and Wharton humbly submit, and plead your mercy.” + 

The King looked at his favourite. + 

“Very proper,” said my lord. “And Ashley?” + 

“Oh, Shaftesbury is obdurate, sir! He appeals to the law.” + 

“Does he so?” said Charles, amused. “What good does he think will come of it?” + 

“Heaven knows, Sir! I think he hopes to raise an outcry.” + 

“Very likely. Well, let him appeal. He is out of harm’s way. What of the others, Davy?” + 

“I should release them, Sir, an they are properly repentant.” + 

“You hear, Danby?” + 

“Yes, Sir. Will you sign the orders?” + 

“Not now. Some other time.” + 

“Very well, Sir.” Danby bowed and walked away. + 

“Vengeance is satisfied, Roxhythe?” + 

“Amply, Sir. He’ll not annoy me again.” + 

“If he knows whom he has to thank for his imprisonment.” + 

“Oh, he knows!” replied my lord. “He probably realizes the futility of fighting against it.” + 

“I am glad that you are not my enemy,” grimaced Charles. + 

Next week, on the day of the Prince’s arrival, the great hall at the Palace was crowded. The King stood by Lord Danby, talking gaily; a little to his left sat the Queen, Roxhythe at her elbow, the Ladies Mary and Anne behind her. Lord Dorset was near the door, in a knot of courtiers; Killigrew stood by the window, one of another group. Near the King was the Duke of York; his wife, Mary, sat beside the Queen. + 

The room was a riot of colour, and over all was a buzz of conversation. Then, suddenly, fell a hush. The great curtain at one end was swung back; into the hall came a slight, plainly dressed young man with auburn curls falling about his hawk face. In his wake were some half a dozen gentlemen. + 

The King stepped forward. As he moved his silks and velvets rustled. + 

“My dear nephew! We do give you welcome!” + 

Everyone was craning to see the Prince. Many remembered him, but there were many who had never till this moment set eyes on him. + 

Roxhythe noticed very little difference in William. He had aged somewhat; his face was keener and more lined. He dressed as soberly as ever, and his manner lacked the courtier’s polish. He seemed strangely out of place in the midst of this gay throng. + 

William bent the knee, kissing the King’s hand. + 

“I am honoured to be invited once more to Whitehall, Sir,” he said. He spoke English well, but with a Dutch accent. + 

Charles patted his shoulder. + 

“ ’Tis we who are honoured,” he said. “Come, let me present you to Her Majesty!” He led William forward. “You remember Prince William, madame?” + 

Catherine smiled lifelessly, extending her plump white hand. + 

The King’s eye roved round the room. + 

“I think you know most of us, William. I’ll not weary you with introductions!” He bowed to the Duchess of York. “Permit me to present to you Prince William, madame.” + 

Mary bent her head. + 

The King smiled at the fair, mischievous girl behind her. + 

“Come child!” + 

The younger Mary came to him, swaying her brocades. The King took her hand. + 

“You have already met our niece, William.” + 

William looked at her searchingly as he bowed. The full lips pouted a little, the big eyes were downcast. Mary curtseyed. + 

“Then we have your uncle, William. James, where are you?” + 

The Duke came forward and took the Prince’s hand. + 

“We give you welcome, William.” + 

Again the King looked round. + 

“I’ll not fatigue you, my poor nephew, with needless presentations. Suffice it is that there stands Lord Dorset, whom you know; over there, Lord Danby, whom you do not know; beside him, Killigrew; a little to the right, our good Sedley. A worthless set, I assure you.” + 

A shout of laughter went up. + 

“They set me at naught,” complained the King, twinkling. + 

William smiled mechanically. He never approved of his uncle’s lack of formality. + 

Charles beckoned to Roxhythe. + 

“David!⁠ ⁠… There is one here, William, whom you know better than us all. Our very dear Roxhythe.” + 

William turned sharply. Roxhythe made his profoundest leg. + 

“I am delighted to see Your Highness in England again,” he said. + 

“Thank you, milor’. I too am delighted to be here. Sire”⁠ ⁠… he made a sign to his suite. “May I present my friend Bentinck?” + 

The King was graciously pleased to extend his hand. One by one William presented his little court. Charles had some good-humoured word for each. When Roderick made his bow, he detained him. + 

“Mr. Dart? We are very pleased to meet you. We do know your brother.” + 

Roderick bowed again, flushing. He disapproved of Charles most strongly, but there did not live the man who could resist his fascination. + 

Charles addressed himself to William. + 

“We grudge you our countrymen,” he smiled. “We can ill spare our patriots.” His glance took in Mynheer Heenvliet. He drew William to a couch and waved his hand to the rest of the room. + 

“You may all continue your conversations!” + 

He kept the Prince beside him for some moments, and then he suggested that William might like to retire. William assented thankfully. He went out, escorted by his suite. + 

Roxhythe strolled up to the King. Arm in arm they walked to one of the windows. + 

“He has not changed much,” said my lord. + 

The King shivered. + 

“Still the iceberg, only that now he is more icy. I had forgotten his eyes.” + 

“They are rather wonderful, are they not, Sir? And you have not seen them flash.” + 

William surveyed his bedchamber silently. Everything was very gorgeous, very rich. He turned to the three men who were with him. + 

“I am tired,” he said. “The journey was very tedious. What have we tonight?” + 

Heenvliet answered him. + 

“A State dinner, Sir. You would do well to rest.” + 

William nodded. + 

“Yes. How close it is in here! Dart, will you open me that window? And then I will be alone for a while. Bentinck, stay with me.” + 

The two other men went out. William sank into a chair. + 

“What an atmosphere! What splendour!” + 

Bentinck sat down. + 

“It is a marvellously well appointed palace, Sir. His Majesty was very gracious.” + 

“Yes. I had forgotten that this was your first visit. You see that my uncle commands great respect for all his lack of etiquette.” + 

“A curious people these English,” commented Bentinck. “But King Charles is very royal for all his joviality.” + 

“I have always observed it. You saw my bride to be?” + 

“Yes, Sir. She is comely enough.” + 

“And pert.” William sighed. “I suppose it must be.” + 

“She is very young, Sir.” + 

“But she has been bred in this atmosphere of luxury and vice. And her father is a Catholic. God knows how it will end.” + 

Bentinck spoke soothingly. + 

“Your Highness is despondent today. So young a girl should not be difficult to influence.” + 

“Mayhap. Did you remark Lord Roxhyt’e?” + 

“I did, Sir. It was my first sight of him. He is very high with the King, I am told.” + 

William looked up. + 

“Oh? You have had speech with one of them?” + 

“With one Digby, Sir, while you were with the King. It seems that this Roxhyt’e is very powerful.” + 

“I know. I mislike him, and yet⁠—” he broke off, closing his eyes. Presently he opened them again. “A State dinner, you said?” + 

“Yes, Sir. In your honour. Shall I tell Jan to put out your dress?” + 

“Thank you.” + 

Bentinck left the room. When he returned the Prince was frowning slightly. + 

“William, did you tell him the orange satin?” + 

“No, Sir. Do you wish to wear it?” + 

“I think so. We’ll not appear shabby before these English.” + 

“Very well, Sir.” Again Bentinck went out. + 

It was not until next evening that Roderick visited his brother. He found him in, and was taken at once to his room. + 

Christopher came forward. + 

“Well, Dick!” + 

They clasped hands. + 

“I expected you,” said Christopher. He drew a chair away from the window. “Sit down. I have ordered dinner.” + 

“You were very sure of me,” smiled Dart. “As it happened it was hard to leave His Highness. They feast him again tonight.” + 

“Yes? I thought you would come, though.” He moved to the door. “Excuse me one moment.” + 

Roderick heard him call to the serving-maid. This new Christopher was almost a stranger to him. + 

“Well, Chris! After seven long years!” + 

“So it is! I’faith, it does not seem as much. Did you arrive without mishap?” + 

“A fairly smooth passage. It is good to be in England again.” + 

“It must be. How have you fared since I saw you?” + 

“Very well. I have been at the Prince his side throughout.” + 

“Then you have seen much. How is the Prince?” + 

“Tired after the gaieties of last night. We are ill-used to such late hours. We live very quietly when we are not in camp.” + 

“Yes? I suppose there were many people present yesterday?” + 

“The room was crowded. I saw some familiar faces, but there were many whom I did not know at all. Lord Danby for one.” + 

Christopher smiled. + 

“Oh, we have suffered Danby for some time now. An elegant gentleman, is he not? Quite amusing when he likes.” + 

“You know him?” + 

“I have met him several times at Bevan House. Was Roxhythe there last night?” + 

Roderick looked at him narrowly. + 

“Yes. My Lord was in high good spirits. He had us all a-laughing many times.” + 

“I expect so. And Sedley?” + 

“Yes. Chris, I was very pleased to hear that you had left Roxhythe.” So he blundered tactlessly on to the raw. + 

“Were you?” + 

“You saw the truth of what I said?” + 

A little of my lord’s famous manner entered into Christopher. Quite unconsciously he adopted that soft drawl. + 

“I really forget what you did say. I left Roxhythe for private reasons.” + 

Roderick stared at him. Then he smiled. + 

“Very well, we’ll leave it at that.” + 

Christopher opened his eyes rather wide. + 

“Certainly we shall leave it at that. Oh, I have an invitation for you!” + 

“For me?” + 

“A very dear friend of mine wants to meet you. Lady Frances Montgomery.” + 

“Not the Duke of Rochefort’s daughter?” + 

“That is right. Wife of Sir Jasper Montgomery. She is my lord’s cousin and the sweetest, kindest lady I have ever met.” + 

“So! Well I shall be delighted to see her. When are we invited?” + 

“When we like. She is always at home in the afternoon. I’ll take you whenever you are at liberty.” + 

“That will be best. I cannot say as yet, as I do not know what commands His Highness may have for me.” + 

Dinner arrived noisily. The serving-maid, conscious of responsibility, breathed hard through her nostrils as she laid the places. + 

Christopher had ordered a very recherché dinner. Life with Roxhythe had taught him much in this respect. Roderick prepared to enjoy himself. + 

Christopher started to carve a fat partridge. + 

“You have heard my latest news?” + 

“No. What is it?” + 

“Why, I am secretary to the dullest dog in town! Richard Worth.” + 

“I do not think I know him. Who is he?” + 

“He belongs to what Roxhythe calls ‘our respected Country Party.’ He seems to have known my father. In fact he never refers to me other than as ‘the son of James Dart.’ He lives in an atmosphere of fuss and dust.” + 

Roderick laughed, accepting the partridge. + 

“Really? Why the fuss?” + 

“Heaven knows! He is perpetually worried, and conceives that the cares of the nation rest on his shoulders alone. He gives every order twice, imagining that by so doing he shows himself a very sharp man. He is most wearisome.” + 

“He must be. A contrast to Roxhythe.” + 

Christopher ground his teeth. + 

“Quite. My lord implores me to eschew his company.” + 

“Oh⁠—! You still visit Roxhythe?” + 

“I have not done so as yet. He wrote to me.” + 

“Indeed! Chris, why are you so secret? I want to know how matters stand between you and Roxhythe.” + 

Christopher laid down his fork. + 

“My lord commands my love and loyalty,” he said deliberately. + 

Roderick was puzzled. + 

“Still?” + 

“Always. I told you many years ago that I should continue to love him in spite of all your prognostications. Well, I have. He is the kindest master ever a man had.” + 

“Ah? And you trusted in him as you swore you would?” + 

Christopher passed him the wine. + 

“Of course.” + 

“And your trust was betrayed?” + 

“No. Why should it have been?” + 

“Do you forget that I know that you were in Flanders last year?” + 

Christopher flung back his head. As he laughed he showed all his white teeth. + 

“Oh, lud! Roderick you were on the wrong track then! I went to Flanders for my own pleasure! Odds, but I was amused when I read your letter!” + 

“May I ask why you went to Cherrywood?” + 

“Of course you may ask. I went to gain a permit to visit the camp.” + 

“Oh.⁠ ⁠… But why Cherrywood?” + 

“He happened to be one of the few in town that day. The Duke and his suite were out chasing.” + 

“Chris, is that the truth?” + 

“The truth? What in God’s name do you suppose? Is it likely that I should bear secret dispatches to Monmouth?” + 

“I confess I hardly thought so. And yet⁠—” + 

“You are of a suspicious turn of mind, Dick. I am not the man to go on a secret errand.” + 

“Perhaps you were tricked into it?” + 

“Perhaps I was. So tricked that I have no memory of delivering any documents at all. Perhaps I went to Flanders in a trance; perhaps I was drugged and the papers foisted upon me!” + 

“There is no need to mock me,” said Roderick stiffly. “Of course I believe your word.” + 

“Thank you.” Christopher pushed his chair back. He was very pale. + 

“No Dart ever acted treacherously towards his Country,” went on Roderick. He eyed a pasty favourably. “No Dart ever lied. Naturally I believe you.” + 

Christopher got up and flung the window open. + 

“How close it is in here! Let me⁠—recommend that⁠—pasty, Dick. A little more wine?” + 

“Thank you. Dear me, you fare well, Chris.” + 

“Yes,” said Christopher. He shut the window and glanced round the room. “I fare well, as you say.” He smiled, but it was not a happy smile. + 

III + 

La Kéroualle + 

My Lord Roxhythe escorted His Highness round the Privy Gardens. William surveyed the scene interestedly. + 

“It is almost⁠—Holland!” he said. + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“His Majesty is very proud of the garden. He copies the Dutch style as you see.” + 

“It is very beautiful,” said William. “I am glad that you brought me here.” + 

“I thought Your Highness would appreciate the place. Will you walk a little? There are some very fine trees round the corner.” + 

“I should like to.” For the first time William looked at Roxhythe with something of friendliness in his eyes. + 

“You gauged my tastes correctly, sir!” + 

“Why, I am satisfied then!” My lord led the Prince along the neat walk. + 

William touched his lips with his handkerchief. + 

“You have brought me here for a purpose, of course. I wonder⁠ ⁠… can I divine it?” + 

Roxhythe knew his man. + 

“I am quite sure you can, Sir. I pave the way for Danby.” + 

A smile flickered across William’s thin lips. + 

“The way needs paving?” + 

“They seem to think so. And Danby is so tactless.” + 

“Tact⁠ ⁠… I am to be approached cautiously?” + 

They had come to an arbour. A stone seat presented itself to William’s notice. He sat down. + 

“Highness, we have dealt with one another before. I have too high an opinion of you to oil my tongue. Once I did so, and you routed me, horse and foot.” + 

“This time you have a different message I take it. Well.” + 

“As Your Highness knows, I am to request you to marry the Lady Mary.” + 

William nodded. His eyes were fixed on a distant peacock. + 

“I need hardly say that the alliance will prove greatly to your advantage, Sir.” + 

The hazel eyes rested on his face. + 

“Will prove⁠ ⁠… ?” + 

“Why not, Sir?” + 

“You take too much for granted, milor’ ” + 

“No. Your Highness admitted that you knew my errand before I spoke. I take it you knew before you came to England. And you are here.” + 

“I see. There is really nothing to be said, is there?” + 

“Nothing, Highness.” + 

William continued to watch the peacock. + 

“Tell me one thing, milor’. Of what Faith is the Princess?” + 

“Of your own, Sir.” + 

“Ah? That is the truth?” + 

“Why should I seek to deceive you? ’Twere to no purpose.” + 

William said nothing. The peacock strutted behind the tree. + 

“What does King Charles want of me?” asked William at length. + 

“Naught but this alliance, Sir.” + 

“No compact? no treaty?” + 

“None that Your Highness does not desire.” + 

“Always the smooth answer. There are no conditions attached to the marriage?” + 

“None, Sir.” + 

“Then he hopes that I shall consider myself beholden unto him. Yet I do not greatly desire the marriage.” + 

“King Charles considers it politic, Sir. Louis grows too arrogant.” + 

“And the English too uneasy. Am I to understand that my uncle seeks to throw off the French yoke? Does he stand by me?” + 

“His Majesty has always wished to stand by you, Sir.” + 

The thin lips sneered. + 

“He blows hot and cold,” said William. “I have learnt how far he may be trusted.” + 

Roxhythe snapped off a dried twig. + 

“Permit me to say, Highness, that you do not as yet understand my master.” + 

William raised his eyes. There was a disconcerting gleam in their depths. + 

“Milor’, if you think that you do not know me.” + 

Roxhythe bowed. + 

“Then I have still something to learn, Sir.” + 

“I think that you have many things to learn, milor’. Among them that it is not wise never to act honestly by any man.” + 

“Highness, when have I acted dishonestly by you?” + 

William smiled sadly. + 

“Long ago, milor’, you came to me with an infamous proposal. I rejected it. So you trafficked in the name of your master with the French King. Later you came to me again, giving me lies and fair words. Again I rejected your proposals. So once more you went to Louis. What faith shall men have in you?” + 

My lord opened his comfit-box. + 

“Sir, it seems that you do not know me. Roxhythe cares for no man’s opinion.” + 

“It’s very bravely spoken, milor’, but there comes a time in every man’s life when the good opinion of others counts for much.” + 

My lord hesitated between a pink and a mauve sweetmeat. Finally he chose the pink. + 

“I am conceited enough to think that I can stand alone, Sir.” + 

“You do not stand alone,” said William unexpectedly. “You have the King behind you. But there will come a time when you will wish that you had not destroyed all men’s faith in you.” + 

Roxhythe put away the comfit-box. + 

“Your Highness appears to have great knowledge of my affairs,” he said. He was faintly amused. + 

“I do but know what everyone knows, milor’. You count no cost. You ruined Falmouth for your pleasure; you thwarted Cavendish the same. You tricked the Country Party some years ago. You have sacrificed all for one man.” + 

“All?” + 

“Honour, friendship, loyalty. What will come of it, milor’?” + 

“It remains to be seen, Sir. I am surprised that you take such an interest in one so debased.” + 

“Perhaps it is because I admire brain in any man. Perhaps because I realize what you might be, milor’. In a good cause you were invaluable. But you are inconsistent. Like the wind, you veer first one way in your policy, and then the other. I know that you possess great influence over my uncle. Yet you do not exert it in any way for the good. It is a thousand pities. And they tell me you were a soldier.” + 

Roxhythe seemed to sigh. + 

“That is long, long ago, Highness.” + 

William did not answer. Down the gravel walk was coming the King with the Duchess of Portsmouth on his arm. He was listening to something she had to say, his dark head bent slightly over hers. Then he laughed and patted her cheek. So they came to where the Prince was seated, Madame’s fine eyes glowing with merriment. + 

William rose. + 

“I have admired your gardens, Sir. Milor’ Roxhyt’e showed them to me.” + 

The King cast a contented glance round. + 

“I am pleased that you like them, William. I was at pains to design them after the Dutch fashion. You in Holland understand the art.” + 

“But no tulips!” said William, smiling. + 

“The season for them is over. We had a gay show in the spring. Has Roxhythe shown you the little lake?” + 

“No, Sir. Not yet.” + 

“Oh, you must see that!” He bore his nephew off. + 

Roxhythe was left with the Duchess. She sat down in William’s lately vacated seat. She was very beautiful to look on, framed by the roses in the arbour. + 

“Milor’, sit down!” Always she spoke French with Roxhythe. “Yes. So here is our little Prince.” + 

“Is it the first time you have seen him since he arrived, Madame?” + 

“No. But it is the first time that I have seen you since then. I have had speech with Barillon.” + 

“Have you? I find that Barillon palls on one.” + 

“Assuredly!” The slow, fascinating smile dawned. “He is so worthy. And he does not like to see the Prince in England.” + 

“If only he had told us sooner.⁠ ⁠…” deplored Roxhythe. + 

“He is uneasy in his mind, le pauvre!” + 

“He usually is uneasy,” sighed my lord. + 

“Without cause, hein? But this time he has cause. He listens with both ears to rumour.” + 

“How unwise!” + 

“Perhaps. He thinks the Prince has come to wed the Lady Mary.” + 

“And you?” + 

“Me, I think so too. I know more than ce cher Barillon. It is true, I am assured. The King has said as much. But what of King Louis?” + 

Roxhythe fixed a rose in her hair. Its soft gold tint harmonized with her gown. + 

“You should always wear flowers, madame. So few women can.” + 

“Aha! C’est joli?” + 

“C’est merveilleux.” + 

“Another here you think?” She touched her breast. + 

Roxhythe considered it. + 

“Yes. That is perfect.” + 

“Oh, for a mirror!” she sighed. + 

“You will never make me believe you have not one, madame.” + 

“Yes. You know us, n’est ce pas?” She regarded him gravely. + 

“I have had experience, you see,” said my lord. + 

“You know how to lead us away from the point; how to turn our minds from main issues. La-la! How weak is woman! But me, I am la Kéroualle.” + 

“And I am⁠—Roxhythe.” + 

“In fact we are well-matched. What of Louis?” + 

“It is a question you best can answer, madame.” + 

“I can answer, yes. When you have answered.” + 

“What is it you would have me say?” + 

“I would have you tell me what it is that Charles means to do.” + 

“Do you admit ignorance, madame?” + 

“Part ignorance, Roxhyt’e.” + 

“Then who am I to know more than you?” + 

“You have said⁠—Roxhyt’e. You have the King’s whole confidence; I have but half.” + 

“I had thought that what you lacked in plain speaking your wit would have supplied.” + 

“Sometimes. And sometimes my surmises need confirmation. Will Charles break faith with Louis?” + 

“Because of this marriage?” + 

She nodded, watching him. + 

“It seems a slender excuse,” said Roxhythe imperturbably. + 

“Does he require an excuse?” + 

“If Louis grew too arrogant he might be glad of one.” + 

“And if he does not?” + 

“Then the marriage is too slender an excuse.” + 

“So I thought. A warning.” + 

“A concession to uneasy Puritan spirits.” + 

“That also. I may take it that Charles wishes Louis no ill?” + 

“Madame, His Majesty is far too good-natured to wish any man ill.” + 

“Evasive. Well, milor’, one thing I will tell you: King Louis will be furious at the marriage.” + 

“It is to be deplored.” + 

“I think he will not readily unite with Charles again.” + 

Roxhythe smiled. + 

“No?” + 

“No. And you, milor’: Louis thought you at one with him. He trusts still to your influence. You said once that it would be exerted in his favour. On which side do you stand?” + 

“On neither, madame.” + 

“That is bold, Roxhyt’e. You seek to offend King Louis?” + 

“By no means. I work for Charles. If another French alliance is possible it has my support.” + 

“Safe words, Roxhyt’e. You are not privy to this marriage?” + 

“I am privy to nothing save my master’s interests.” + 

“Which do lie in France. Is that what you would have me understand?” + 

“You have said it, madame.” + 

“And I may say it to Louis? You work for him still?” + 

“Have I ever worked for him?” parried my lord. + 

“You have furthered France’s cause with your King. We have great faith in your influence.” + 

“So it seems. You may tell King Louis that I am of the same mind as ever.” + 

Madame bent her head to smell the rose at her breast. + 

“Which means that Charles is too. Well.” + 

“David, you have been charming Louise away from me!” cried a gay voice. The King was coming towards them, the Prince at his side. “And who arranged the rose in your hair, sweet?” + 

The Duchess lifted her face to his. + 

“You like it, Sir?” + 

“ ’Tis admirable. Roxhythe his work?” + 

“In truth he is a flatterer,” said madame. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth. + 

“A rogue,” amended Charles. “William, here be two rogues!” + 

“But one is too lovely for such a title,” said the Prince. + 

Madame’s eyelids fluttered in momentary surprise. She threw out her hands. + 

“Now which of us does he mean?” + 

“Can there be doubt?” smiled William. But his eyes were hard. + 

“La-la! Your Highness will offend one of us! Now, which is it to be?” + 

“I’ll say that you are both beyond comparison. You make a well-matched pair.” There was a glitter in the hazel eyes now. The thin lips still smiled. + 

“Soho!” said madame, and nodded at Roxhythe. “What did I say?” + 

IV + 

The Meeting + 

Lady Frances received the Darts very cordially. She succeeded in captivating Roderick, no easy task, and he afterwards told his brother that she was the most charming woman he had ever met. + 

Fanny was anxious to know how Christopher liked his new master. She was much entertained by his description of Worth’s vagaries, and she thought that Christopher must be recovering from his awful depression. She realised, however, that his engagement with Worth would not last long. She had never thought that it would, but it served to distract his mind for the time. + 

Montgomery appeared for a few minutes, especially to see Christopher. He, too, wanted to hear the boy’s opinion of Worth. They retired to a couch together. + 

Lady Frances drew Roderick to the window-seat, a little apart. + 

“So you have not seen Chris for seven years, Mr. Dart? It is a long time.” + 

“Too long,” said Roderick. “I wish I could induce him to come back to Holland with me in the Prince his suite.” + 

“Oh!” Lady Frances nibbled her fingertip. “I don’t think so. We cannot spare him.” + 

Roderick hesitated. Then he leaned forward. + 

“Lady Frances, I know you have been very good to Chris. May I speak plainly?” + 

“Please do!” + 

“Then, I can see that the boy is unhappy.” + 

“At present, yes. I think he will recover.” + 

“Not here. Forgive me if I am impertinent, but Roxhythe is too close. He preys on Christopher’s mind. He should go away.” + 

Lady Frances was silent for a moment. + 

“Perhaps you are right. But I do not think that he will.” + 

“I am afraid not. In spite of himself he is clinging to Roxhythe. Lady Frances, what has happened I do not know, but I can guess. It has been a terrible blow to Chris. He must have cared for Roxhythe quite absurdly.” + 

“He still cares for him. Roxhythe has the power to endear everyone to him⁠—when he chooses. Believe me, up till a short time ago, he has been more than good to Christopher. It even surprised me who have known him from the cradle. In his way he is very fond of Chris. But only in his way.” + 

“Madame, he evidently treated him very badly at the end. Chris would not have left him for a whim.” + 

“Oh, I agree! Roxhythe can be a devil. I warned your brother years ago.” + 

“And I. He was obstinate. And it has broken him.” + 

“Nonsense! He is young. He will recover.” + 

“It has broken his faith in mankind. No, do not shake your head, Lady Frances, I speak of what I know. Christopher, before he entered that man’s service, was the most innocent-minded youngster possible. He believed in the goodness of man. Now he does not. He is bitter.” + 

“Oh no!” she protested. “Chris could not be.” + 

“Very faintly, I admit. But the bitterness is there. He has had a rude awakening, and it has quite changed him. He will never again be the same joyous Chris.” + 

“He is quieter, of course, and more repressed⁠—” + 

“And less frank.” + 

“Oh⁠—do you think so?” + 

“I am sure of it. He fences when I question him; he has become almost impenetrable. Once I could read him like an open book.” + 

“You don’t make enough allowance for his increasing years, Mr. Dart. Remember, when you last saw him he was growing up. Now he has grown. The boy is a man.” + 

“It is not only that.” Roderick stared moodily across the room. “How I wish that he had never met Roxhythe!” + 

“No. Roxhythe has matured him.” + 

“Matured him wrongly. He has given him the courtier’s manner, the intriguer’s speech, the cynic’s heart.” + 

“Fiddle!” said Lady Frances emphatically. “Fiddle!” + 

Sir Jasper came towards them. + 

“I am very churlish,” he smiled. “But I must go. These are busy times, Mr. Dart. Fanny, will you excuse me?” + 

“How tiresome of you!” sighed my lady. “I suppose I must.” She watched him leave the room. “He is very hard-worked,” she said. + 

Private conversation with Roderick was at an end, so Lady Frances induced him to recount some of his life abroad. + 

Christopher found that his brother could be quite interesting when drawn out of his shell. In the middle of the recital the door was flung open. + 

“The Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe!” announced the footman portentously. + 

Roderick broke off. Lady Frances cast an agitated glance around. + 

“I do not receive,” she said. + 

The footman became flustered. It was evident that Roxhythe was close. + 

Christopher had risen. He was rather white, but quite composed. A small pulse was throbbing in his throat. + 

A leisurely footfall sounded. My lord had followed the lackey. He came into the room, typically languid. + 

The footman cast his mistress an apologetic glance, and vanished. + 

My lord bent over his cousin’s hand. + 

“My fair Frances, I felicitate you.” + 

“Why?” she asked, a trifle peevishly. + 

Roxhythe waved his hand to the blue hangings of the room. + 

“The admirable setting,” he answered. He bowed to Roderick. “Well met, Mr. Dart.” Then he looked at Christopher, and smiled, holding out his hand. “My dear Chris!” + 

Christopher went to him quickly. He carried my lord’s hand to his lips and held it there for a moment. + 

“What a charming reunion!” remarked Roxhythe blandly. “I am come at a lucky moment.” + 

Lady Frances fanned herself slowly. + 

“Pray sit down, David! You are so large.” + 

Roxhythe chose a high-backed chair with arms. He turned to Christopher. + 

“Tell me, Chris, how is your Worth?” + 

Christopher smiled. His heart was leaping within him, but an apathetic calm seemed to have settled above it. + 

“He is a sore trial, sir. He asks me the same question three times within the hour, and he is most unrestful.” + 

My lord was pained. + 

“Are you gibing at me, Chris?” + 

“I wonder!” said Christopher, and laughed. + 

Roxhythe turned to Roderick. + 

“Christopher long since discovered that it was my foible that I could not have an unrestful companion. He has never ceased to poke fun at me on that score.” + 

Roderick answered perfunctorily. + 

Lady Frances stopped fanning herself and entered into the conversation. + 

Presently Roderick looked across at his brother. He stood up. + 

“Oh⁠—already?” asked her ladyship. + 

“We have trespassed too long,” said Christopher. “Why, we have been here an hour!” + 

“You were not wont to be so polite,” pouted Fanny. “But I’ll not press you to stay. Mr. Dart, I hope you will visit me again. You may bring Chris!” + 

“You are very kind,” bowed Roderick. “I shall avail myself of that permission.” + 

As Christopher bent over her hand Frances whispered hurriedly. + 

“I am sorry, Chris! Indeed, I had no idea⁠—” + 

“Why it’s nothing,” he answered. “Sooner or later it had to be.” He kissed her fingers again. Then he went to Roxhythe, who was talking inanely to Roderick. “My lord⁠—” + 

Roxhythe turned. + 

“Are you going, Chris? When do you intend to honour me?” The brown eyes were almost pleading. + 

“Some day,” said Christopher. “Not⁠—quite⁠—yet.” + 

My lord’s fingers held his firmly. + 

“Don’t let it be too long, child. I miss you.” + 

The young mouth set tightly. Christopher did not look at him. + 

When they were gone, her ladyship looked straight into Roxhythe’s eyes. + 

“Are you a devil?” she asked, deadly quiet. + 

“I had not thought so, but what an amusing notion! Perhaps I am.” + 

“You knew that Chris was to be here today!” + 

“Did I?” + 

“I’ll vow you did! Or you found out of my footman. Why did you come?” + 

“I wanted to see him.” + 

“Why? To keep the wound open?” + 

“Perhaps.” + 

“I suppose you wish now that you had not destroyed his faith in you. You want him back. I can tell you that he will never return to you.” + 

“Can you? We shall see.” + 

“I shall try to induce him to go away!” + 

“Certainly. I shall not worry myself unduly. I only wanted to see him.” + 

“Then it was hateful of you! You might have known that it would be worse for him after seeing you! You are vile!” + 

“No. Only human.” + 

“Inhuman!” + 

Roxhythe laughed. + 

Lady Frances sank back against the cushions. She gave a tiny sigh. + 

“No. I suppose you are just Roxhythe.” + 

“A new species, my dear.” + 

“Sometimes so dear; mostly so cruel.” + 

“Fanny, you are morbid! Confess, you have a great kindness for me?” + 

“Alas, yes.” + 

“This is most harrowing,” said my lord. “Why alas? We have always been very good friends.” + 

“I know. I have nothing personal against you. But, oh, David! leave Christopher in peace! You have broken him; don’t try to make it worse.” + 

“It was not my intention.” + 

“It is what you are doing. You are trying to get him beneath your sway again! You will not do it, but it is cruel!” + 

“Then if I shall not do it, why worry?” said my lord. + 

V + 

Discord + 

When William of Orange was wedded to the Lady Mary, in November, England rejoiced. On the eve of the wedding-day the streets of London were packed with jubilant citizens who made bonfires, and cheered lustily the King, the Lady Mary, and the Prince of Orange. They even cheered, though faintly, the Duke of York, who having at last consented to the marriage, was now putting a good face upon it. Enthusiasm, therefore, waxed great. Protestant successors were ensured to the throne, and the alliance undoubtedly pointed to a lasting split between Charles and the hated Louis. + 

Amid the festivities there was one who rejoiced not at all. This one was the French Ambassador, M. Barillon, who had received disquieting tidings from his royal master concerning the marriage, and knew that he was like to receive more. Nor was he mistaken in his conviction, for when my Lord Danby set before Louis tentative proposals for peace with the United Provinces, his Most Christian Majesty rejected them in no mean terms. He was very angry, and he recalled the harassed M. Barillon so soon as my Lord Danby showed signs of taking a firm stand against France. + 

In his position as secretary to Worth, Christopher was closely in touch with all these proceedings. His interest in them grew steadily. Through bitter experience had he learnt to mistrust the King, and at first he viewed Charles’ patriotic spasm with a sneer. But when supplies were voted for an army to go into Holland against France, some of his mistrust died. When troops were indeed sent to Holland, it faded almost entirely. He threw himself into his work with renewed fervour, feeling that at last he was working for the one incorruptible party. + 

Then came dissension, and he was puzzled. He was present at many turbulent discussions, and he listened in growing amazement to my Lords Russell and Roberts, who were of a sudden seized by a fear that the troops were being raised, not for war on France, but for the King’s private ends. Hot arguments ensued, some men denying the implication, others defending it, and a few holding themselves neutral. Chaos followed, and the nation, catching the panic which had spread from the Country Party to the Commons, cried aloud to have the army disbanded. It was then that Christopher discovered something that increased tenfold the load on his mind. These men whom he deemed so upright were, unwittingly or not, playing directly into the French King’s hands. Even Lord Russell, patriot that he was, was communicating through Barillon against the throne. + 

From his position as onlooker, Christopher saw clearly how Louis was fanning the flame of mistrust for Charles in the Country Party. When he realized that Louis and the Country Party were virtually in league against England, he was at first staggered by the shock. That the Country Party did not themselves realize this he fully acknowledged, but the fact that they should descend to communication with an openly enemy country against their own King filled him with sick disgust. Another ideal was shattered and lay in the dust at his feet; once again he had followed a path which he believed to be right, and which had proved to be wrong. + 

He handed his resignation to Worth; he could not be implicated in such negotiations. + 

Again he stood by himself, filled with a great loneliness, and an overwhelming sense of his own puniness. Back came the old longings, the old struggle. If only he could return to Roxhythe! Roxhythe, who did not vacillate, who saw clearly, who worked calmly for one end. After all, was not his the better part? The Country Party were no more honest than was he, and they were dishonest not that they might the more successfully serve a definite object. They wavered and played false in their search for what Christopher was gradually coming to think a vague ideal. They were divided against themselves; they knew no set purpose; they were swayed this way and that. But Roxhythe knew no wavering; he was unflurried; he stood firm. + 

In the face of his present difficulties and uncertainties Christopher’s need of him was greater than ever it had been before. His whole soul was yearning for Roxhythe; only his sense of right prevented him from going back. Then came days and nights of unceasing struggle, of hopeless unhappiness. Until now Christopher’s life had been placid and well ordered, filled with a great love. All this had been torn suddenly from him. Roxhythe had been his anchor; he had leant on him more than he knew. Now the support was gone, and he stood alone. He had thought to find peace with Worth, working for his country. That too was swept away. Life seemed to him a giant discord; a mass of complexities and unhappiness. There was no truth in mankind, only lust for power and money. + 

Two words thrummed in his brain: my lord. How many times had he repeated them, an ache in his throat, a mist before his eyes! To no purpose. It was all at an end: the happiness, the trust, the blissful years of companionship. Only the love remained, the love that nothing could kill; and the memories, bittersweet. Nothing else was left.⁠ ⁠… + 

At Court Charles was busy. Since Louis was angry, Louis must be placated. He sent Roxhythe to Paris with assurances of good faith. Roxhythe had a stormy interview with Louis. Louis plainly intimated that he would have no dealings with my lord. He had learnt that Roxhythe was without scruples; he had been informed that my lord had furthered the royal marriage, even taken part in the negotiations; he had trusted that my lord would exert all his influence to prevent it, and to promote France’s interests; he had understood that my lord was working for him in England; he now saw how empty were my lord’s fair words. + 

His Majesty was most incensed. He strutted in his wrath. Roxhythe remained as imperturbable as ever. He answered Louis smoothly. The marriage was necessary; England’s fears had to be set at rest. To which Louis replied that England’s fears might have been quelled in some other way, less insulting to his Majestic Person. Roxhythe grew more and more bored. His Majesty hardly understood the temper of the English people. Majesty replied that one thing he understood passing well, and that was the fickle temper of his cousin. Roxhythe became patient. He assured Louis of King Charles’ unswerving loyalty to his secret ally. Louis thereupon snapped his august fingers. He, Roxhythe, still worked for a binding treaty with France; it had been beyond his poor might to hinder the marriage negotiations. His Majesty had overrated his influence. But Majesty retorted that he had overrated the weight of his word. Roxhythe had done nothing in England to further the French cause. He had spoken, years ago, of raising dissension in the Commons over a possible marriage between William and Mary. Where had been the dissension? Everything had run as smoothly as it could! Roxhythe alluded gently to many dissensions raised in the past for Louis. Louis flung back at him that he had sought to trick his Most Christian Person into trusting him. He knew now that my lord played into King Charles’ perfidious hands alone. Roxhythe was pained. His Majesty grossly misunderstood his attitude⁠—and his master’s. Louis was a little mollified. He consented to listen to King Charles’ message. But he would give no answer. + 

Roxhythe went back to England knowing that in France his day was done. + 

Charles was momentarily cast down by the news that his favourite had not succeeded in his mission, but his cheery optimism soon came to the fore, and once again he set his brains to work. Through Danby he wrote to Louis, demanding a fresh pension in return for his good offices. Yet another secret bargain was sealed. Charles withdrew his troops from Holland on the understanding that Louis would make peace with that country. But no sooner had the English army left the Dutch shores than Louis culled a leaf from his faithless cousin’s book by taking back his peace-offers. Whereat the irrepressible Charles was much amused, and retired into the background to allow the foreign powers to fight out their quarrel alone. He was not at all perturbed by the turn affairs had taken, but rather pleased, as he was left with a large force at his disposal, never having declared war at all. + 

And so at length the Peace was signed, without English intervention. Mostly it was to Louis’ advantage, but on one point it thwarted him: Holland remained inviolate. William had triumphed, if not wholly, at least partially. + 

“So the little Orange wins!” said Charles. “That boy!” + 

“I told you he was a youth of parts, Sir,” answered Roxhythe placidly. + 

It was at this time that Christopher found a new master. My Lord Shaftesbury came to him, offering him a post as secretary to himself. He was but lately released from the Tower, and was burning with indignation and a fierce hatred for the King. + 

Christopher entered his service willingly, almost joyfully. Ashley had been his father’s friend; Ashley at least was honest. He settled down to work for him with a quieter mind, feeling that in this patriot he would find a friend as well as a master. His old resentment against Ashley was nearly dead, for all that Ashley had said against Roxhythe was true. Now they never spoke of my lord, for on the one occasion when Ashley had mentioned his name slightingly Christopher was up in arms at once. Not wishing again to alienate the young man from himself, Ashley thereafter eschewed the subject. + 

For a time all went smoothly. Christopher had much work to do, but in constant occupation he found mental relief, and he never grumbled at the ever-increasing load thrust on to his weary shoulders. Then, like a thunderbolt on the land, came the Titus Oates plot, and England was once more plunged into a ferment. The tale of the coming insurrection of the Catholics was swallowed avidly, although the King treated the whole plot with contumely, and its exposers with stern disapproval. At the best, the evidence brought forward by Oates and his confederates was absurd, and provedly inaccurate. When the interest and incredulity in the plot showed signs of waning, it was fanned to fresh flame by new depositions, made by Oates, more gruesome and improbable than ever. + 

To Christopher’s surprise, Shaftesbury credited the tale, and went into it thoroughly. Once Christopher expostulated with him, asking if it could be possible that Ashley believed Oates’ lies. Ashley shot him a sidelong glance and answered that it was indeed possible. Then he broke into an impassioned harangue against the Duke of York, who, he was convinced, was at the head of the plot. Christopher, knowing that his constant ill-health made Shaftesbury nervous and uncontrolled, thought little of this outburst. He was sorry that his master should be so led astray, but he trusted that in time he would return to his senses. But soon it was forcibly brought home to him that Shaftesbury was behind all the atrocities wreaked on the Catholics, and that it was Shaftesbury who encouraged the mob’s lust for blood. His last doubts were dispelled when he was set to work on a bill of Shaftesbury’s own making, excluding all Catholics from a seat in either House. Dimly he felt that this was but a stepping-stone to the exclusion of the Duke of York from the throne, and although he himself dreaded a Papist King he could not but feel aghast at Shaftesbury’s action in using such a means to procure the exclusion. He began, slowly, to realize that Shaftesbury believed in the truth of the plot no more than he did himself, but was merely feigning belief the better to attain his own ends. Day after day Catholic priests were infamously tried, and executed; every gaol was full of so-called suspects. And the King moved neither one way nor the other. + 

Shaftesbury’s bill passed both Houses, but in its chief object it failed, as it exempted the Duke of York. Interest in the plot died down again, and again Shaftesbury aroused it, this time by bringing forward a fresh accomplice of Oates, who embellished the original tale with new details, and even accused the Queen of being privy to the whole affair. + 

Charles was disdainful, but the Commons seized on the evidence eagerly. Every Catholic in the realm was ordered to be arrested, and Father Coleman, agent to the Duke of York, was executed. + 

Once more Christopher handed in his resignation. He gave my Lord Shaftesbury very definite reasons. He realised that my lord was using the plot as a furtherance for his own ends. He could not and would not remain in the service of one who allowed, nay, encouraged the murder of innocent men. He left Shaftesbury in heat. + 

There followed a series of executions that drove the blood cold in Christopher’s veins. + 

In vain did the Jesuit Fathers plead innocence and total ignorance of the plot. Their protestations were overruled, jibed at. + 

One Hill, employed at Somerset House, was tried, and in spite of all evidence in his favour, condemned to death. Christopher had much to do with this man when he had been in Roxhythe’s service. He had transacted various small businesses for Christopher, and when he had been ill one winter, Christopher had helped him pecuniarily. When the news of his sentence reached Christopher he went at once to Bevan House. + 

Roxhythe chanced to be in, and Christopher was shown into the library. + 

My lord rose and held out his hands. + 

“Dear Chris!” + 

Christopher clasped them tightly. + 

“My lord, I have come on very urgent business!” + 

“So?” Roxhythe pressed him into a chair. “What is it?” + 

“Sir, do you remember Hill?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. “You’ll take some wine, Chris?” + 

“No, thank you, sir. Please listen to me! I mean the Hill who was yesterday condemned to death.” + 

“Oh? Was there a Hill tried yesterday?” + 

“You must know, sir!” + 

“My dear boy, I do not interest myself in every little bourgeois who is indiscreet.” + 

“Yet I beg you will interest yourself in this! Perhaps you remember that silver filigree box that we procured with some difficulty?” + 

“Yes, I remember that. It was a remarkably fine box. I desired it for His Majesty.” + 

“I thought you would remember. It was I who found it through the agency of this Hill. Harcourt told me of him, and he got me the box from the wretched Prance who has been questioned lately. Sir, it is this same Hill who is to die. I would swear to his innocence! He was a poor meek creature, not one who would murder a magistrate! This miserable Prance has accused him of that. Will you not intervene on his behalf?” + 

“My dear Chris!” expostulated Roxhythe. “Do you expect me to meddle in these low matters?” + 

“It is in the cause of justice, sir! of right! If you would speak to His Majesty you could save him.” + 

“Maybe. But I certainly shall not worry the King.” + 

“My lord, my lord! Is it possible that you can see all these innocent men foully done to death and not raise one finger to help?” + 

“Chris, Chris, you are mad! Why this sudden interest in Hill?” + 

“It is not so much the individual as the cause! Enough innocent men have been murdered already! Why does the King allow it?” + 

“The King is not omnipotent, Chris. The public will not be content unless some blood is shed. If he interferes they will turn on him. His position is precarious.” + 

“So he allows these poor creatures to die without question!” + 

“What matter a few bourgeois?” + 

“My lord, don’t speak so! It⁠—it is dreadful! That the King should act thus!” + 

“My dear boy, the King dare not interfere. You must not think that he does not look on all this bloodshed with horror. But he can do naught.” + 

“Then can you not exert your influence? It is so dastardly!” + 

“No doubt I could, but I certainly shall not. It is unwise to tamper with the people’s will at this point.” + 

Christopher sprang up. + 

“You believe in these men’s innocence?” + 

“I have hardly noticed them. I daresay.” + 

“Then you are acting as I never thought it possible for you to act. Timorously! Cruelly!” + 

“Did you come here to quarrel with me?” asked Roxhythe. “Sit down, and talk of something else.” + 

“I came to implore you to help in the cause of right! I see I might as well talk to a stone!” + 

“My good child, you excite yourself over nothing.” + 

“Was it nothing that Father Coleman was murdered? That good man!” + 

“It was necessary. The King deplored it, but the people would have it.” + 

“I suppose you advocated it?” said Christopher bitterly. + 

“Certainly. I thought you knew that nothing counts with me save His Majesty’s safety and peace?” + 

“I⁠—I cannot answer you, sir. Oh⁠—oh, heaven, how I wish that I had never set eyes on you!” + 

Roxhythe stretched out his hand. + 

“Chris, dear boy, you are demented. Calm yourself.” + 

Christopher ignored his hand. + 

“Then ’tis you have driven me so! You did your best to break my heart⁠—and now you reveal yourself to me⁠—callous, ruthless! It⁠—hurts damnably, my lord.” + 

Roxhythe turned away. He said nothing. + 

“I⁠—I can’t rest! I⁠—oh, there’s no truth anywhere! no honour! I thought Russell and Worth were irreproachable; I thought Shaftesbury above suspicion! I was wrong, wrong, wrong! I’ve done with Englishmen! Each works for his own ends and cares not what means he employs to obtain them. Even you, my lord!” + 

“I suppose I should be grateful for the ‘even,’ ” said Roxhythe wearily. + 

Christopher went quickly to his side. + 

“Ah, no, sir! I⁠—didn’t mean it! I am distraught⁠—I⁠—never meant to say those things⁠—to you. Forgive me!” + 

Roxhythe laid a hand on his shoulder. + 

“Chris, you are distraught because you are rudderless. Come back to me!” + 

“No⁠—no! I cannot! Less than ever now. I⁠—I think I shall go out of my mind soon!” + 

“Chris, you were happy with me. Come back!” + 

“Ah, so happy! It could never be the same again. I must go⁠—right away, where I shall not see you.” + 

“Even though I beg you to stay?” + 

“Yes⁠—even then, my lord. Don’t try to persuade me! It is hard enough as it is.” + 

“So you’ll go away? Where?” + 

“Holland, sir. To join my brother, I think.” + 

“Orange,” said Roxhythe quietly. “That will be the end, Chris.” + 

“Yes, sir⁠—the⁠—end.” + 

“And all in search of⁠—what?” + 

“In search of honesty and truth. I will not sacrifice my honour for love of man.” + 

“So instead you’ll sacrifice your happiness for that vague thing called patriotism?” + 

“I’ll find happiness in my patriotism!” + 

“You are like to be disappointed,” said Roxhythe. + 

VI + 

The Decision + 

Christopher wrote to Roderick, advising him of his coming to the Hague, and quickly made all his arrangements. Now that he had made his decision he was almost glad to be going. He longed to leave England behind him, and with it, all his uncertainties. Two days before his departure he visited Lady Frances. + 

She received him in her drawing-room. She thought she had never seen him look so old. + 

“Well, dear Chris?” + 

He sat down beside her, trying to smile. + 

“I have come to⁠—say farewell, Lady Fanny.” + 

She sat very still. + 

“Ah⁠ ⁠… Holland.” + 

“Yes, Holland. You understand that I cannot remain in London?” + 

“I suppose so,” she sighed. “Poor Chris!” + 

“Don’t⁠—pity me! I can’t bear it. There’s no peace for me in England, and no work. Always I think of Roxhythe, longing only to see him⁠—to hear his voice⁠—feel his hand in mine⁠—.” He stopped, biting his lip. “I am sorry. I have no right to weary you with such⁠—foolishness.” + 

She took both his hands. + 

“Chris, are we not friends? How could I be wearied? Won’t you⁠—tell me everything?” + 

“You are so kind,” said Christopher. “You’ve always been so kind⁠—I⁠—oh, to be able to talk to someone!” + 

“I know. You won’t go back to Roxhythe?” + 

“I cannot. You know what happened. You have heard all the tales concerning my lord. I should be acting falsely to all that I hold most sacred if I gave way to my longing to be with him.” + 

Again she sighed. + 

“And he does not⁠—care as I care. It is not to be expected. Lady Fanny⁠—I am not⁠—complaining, but⁠—I loved him so greatly! I trusted him so! And he tricked me. It’s⁠—all over. I’ve to forget it all. I’ve to forget Roxhythe, and all that he meant to me. I must go right away, where I shall not be so constantly reminded of him.” + 

She stroked his hand gently. + 

“So you are for Holland? Perhaps it is best after all. But I shall miss you sadly, Chris.” + 

“Please⁠—don’t speak of it! I’ve so loved your friendship! But I must go.” + 

“I know you must, Chris. And I know how hard it is.” + 

“Hard!” he whispered. “It is⁠—tearing my heart out of my body. I⁠—” he smiled crookedly. “I leave it⁠—with him. I suppose I shall be at peace again⁠—one day. But I shall always remember these wonderful years⁠—when I was⁠—so happy. I should⁠—be grateful for them⁠—for the memory of them. Sometime I shall look back on it all calmly⁠—but just now⁠—I daren’t let myself think!” + 

“Dear boy, I am sorry from the depths of my heart! But you are right; this great, great ache will fade⁠—you’ll only remember the happiness and be glad that you were happy. And you’ll be happy again. You have your brother.” + 

“Yes. He⁠—doesn’t count, you know. I⁠—never cared for him greatly, and since I have been with⁠—Roxhythe⁠—he has had all my love. He has it still. There will never be another in his place. I’m a weak fool⁠—but⁠—oh, Lady Frances, I want him so much!” + 

She tugged at his bowed shoulders. + 

“Don’t, Chris! Ah, don’t! He’s not worth it! Oh, why, why did he catch you in his net?” + 

“God knows. I don’t really regret it. He has been responsible for so much that was wonderful in my life. And now⁠—I hate all other masters. I compare them, you see⁠—and they don’t bear comparison. Roxhythe was⁠—I hardly know⁠—incomparable.” + 

“He is just Roxhythe,” said Fanny sadly. + 

Christopher caught his breath in a half-sob, half laugh. + 

“ ‘I am Roxhythe.’⁠ ⁠… I can hear him say it⁠—in that soft voice! So haughtily! Yes, he is just Roxhythe.” He stood up, biting his lip. “I leave the day after tomorrow, Lady Frances. You’ll not⁠—quite forget me?” + 

“Forget my Chris? Is it likely? One day you will come back. I am going to wait till then. You won’t forget me, I hope?” + 

He kissed her hands. + 

“It were impossible. I shall never forget⁠—all your kindness. You’ll let me write to you?” + 

“You must write,” she said. “I should be so sad if you did not.” + 

“I can’t thank you enough⁠—Goodbye, Lady Fanny!” + 

My lady put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her face. + 

“You may kiss me, Chris. My poor, poor, Chris!” + 

VII + 

The Revenge + 

It was very cold. Outside a drizzling rain fell on the bleak gardens. The gaunt tree branches were wet and shining. Charles sat by the fire in his room, nursing a spaniel. His dark eyes were brooding, his fingers restless. + 

“You heard what Danby had to say, David?” + 

Roxhythe was gazing out into the rain. + 

“Ay. Montague has been elected member for Northamptonshire.” + 

“Danby tells me they quarrelled some time ago. God’s life, why must he quarrel with my French Ambassador of all people?” + 

“Does Danby think he means harm?” + 

“Ay. He spoke of incriminating documents. You know what that means, Roxhythe.” + 

“Letters to Louis. I always said it was unwise.” + 

The King was peevish. + 

“If you had not fallen out of favour with Louis those letters need never have gone through Montague. Now we shall have Danby impeached.” + 

“I think I see the hand of Shaftesbury. Montague is a tool.” + 

“Shaftesbury or others. He hates Danby most.” + 

“And Danby, being your tool, will turn on you.” + 

“Another tax on my ingenuity! Danby intends to strike at Montague before Montague has time to strike at him.” + 

“Better still to dispose of Montague.” + 

“No, David! I have had enough blood.” + 

Roxhythe shrugged. + 

“How does Danby think to strike at Montague?” + 

“Some talk of Montague’s conferring with the Papists without my knowledge. Danby plans to seize his papers.” + 

“Why, that is very well! He is to act in your name?” + 

“He says so. He is to inform the House of it tomorrow.” + 

There was a long silence. Presently the King turned his head. + 

“By the way, Davy, the Crewes are in town again.” + 

“Crewes?” + 

The King smiled faintly. + 

“Forgotten already? The man you fell afoul of two years ago.” + 

“That man! Yes, I remember. I told him to absent himself for a year.” + 

“Well, he has been gone for two. He dared to appear at Whitehall.” + 

“Oh? What did you say?” + 

“Remembering your request I said nothing. But it was gross presumption on his part.” + 

“What of the wife?” + 

“She was there. I believe she has become most devoted.” + 

“I thought she would.” Roxhythe came to the fireplace. “King Louis hath his revenge on me, Sir.” + 

Charles raised his heavy brows. + 

“Louis? Why?” + 

“He conceived that I had promised to act in his interests. He was furious with me when you married the Lady Mary to the Prince.” + 

“A pity. What is his revenge?” + 

“I take it he has warned the Country Party against me.” Roxhythe smiled rather wearily. “No longer can I intrigue privately.” + 

“It’s a plaguey nuisance. Faith, Louis is no gentleman to turn informer in that fashion!” + 

“ ’Tis unkind of him, I admit. I am the less useful to you, Sir, in consequence.” + 

Charles stretched out his hand quickly. + 

“Don’t speak like that, Davy! Always you are my dearest friend!” + 

Roxhythe went on his knee. + 

“Always,” he said, and kissed the King’s hand. “Always.” + 

Danby’s attack on Montague failed, for Montague carefully secreted the two most important documents in his possession. One of them was the letter written by Charles’ order before the Peace of Nimeguen. Backed by the Treasurer’s bitterest enemies he brought charges against Danby. Impeachment followed. There was fresh uproar in the House. + 

Danby narrowly escaped imprisonment, but the majority was small. Public feeling was against him. + 

Then Charles prorogued his unruly Parliament, and in January, scarcely a month after, dissolved it. + 

VIII + 

The Haven + 

After ten years Christopher returned to Holland. Much of it he had forgotten, much brought back old memories, poignant in their nearness to him. He had travelled from Harwich to Rotterdam, spending only a night in that town. He visited 19, Prinsen Straat, hoping to see de Staal again. It had been a shock to find the house in other hands and to hear that de Staal had gone to his rest four years ago. He had hardly realized how much he wanted to see the old man. He went away with lagging steps, guided along that very road which they had walked that evening, now so long ago. He visited the inn at which he had stayed, and looked up at the window of his room. It was just the same. Nothing seemed to have changed: not even the fat landlord. + 

Christopher wandered into the coffee-room. Here he had seen the spy who had dogged their steps. He remembered, smiling a little, how excited he had been, and how placid he had found Roxhythe. My lord had been dozing in his chair; he had refused to be roused. + 

He tore himself away from the inn, knowing that it was foolishness to have come. It was with relief that he left Rotterdam behind. + 

The Hague seemed yet more packed with memories. The Poisson d’Or had changed no more than the inn at Rotterdam. Christopher looked up at the window, almost expecting to see Roxhythe standing there with the inevitable Milward at his elbow. + 

It was with an effort that he turned away. He had always remembered the Hague as a cheerful, happy town. Now it seemed dark, forlorn, a place of ghosts. + 

Roderick had grown kinder, and less harsh. He made no reference to Roxhythe. He was unfeignedly glad to see Christopher again; he wanted to present him to the Prince, but Christopher refused. Later he would go to the Huis ten Bosch, but for the present he wanted to be quiet. + 

He bought a horse shortly after his arrival and one day rode out to Scheveningen. The peaceful fishing-village took his fancy. Nearly every day he rode there, sometimes talking to the fishermen, mostly sitting by the sea alone, undisturbed by any uncouth sound, watching the silver-backed gulls swirling and diving against the intense blue sky. + 

Slowly the ache within him died, already it was less acute. Sitting on the shore, listening to the cry of the gulls and the continuous break of the waves on the sand, all that had passed during the last year seemed to fade away to a memory. It was no longer the never-ceasing pain; it was still there; it was still a great sadness, but it had softened and was not ever-present. + 

Bit by bit he began to take an interest in what went on around him. He watched the fishermen draw in their hauls, interested in the slippery, gleaming fish that floundered in the bottom of the net. Once he went out in a boat, helping the fishermen. He grew stronger, more virile, less morbid. + 

Roderick seldom accompanied him to Scheveningen. Christopher did not wish it. His brother’s presence disturbed him, disturbed the great peace of the village. He would spend all the day there, rejoicing in the vast loneliness, feeling the rough spray on his face, and the wind blowing strongly about him. At sundown he would ride back to the Hague, tired and hungry. Sometimes he dined with Roderick, sometimes by himself. + 

After a while he went less often to Scheveningen. Desire for company was coming to life again. Roderick saw it, and introduced him to Mynheer Heenvliet and various other members of the Prince’s household. Other friends Christopher made for himself, all Dutchmen. One of these, Jan Van den Busch, showed him some of the countryside. Christopher visited Rijswijk and Loosduinen. It gave him a taste for sightseeing, and he went away for a time, travelling north. When he returned, Roderick was surprised at the change in him. His eyes were brighter, his bearing more brisk, his spirits lighter. His laugh still lacked its old spontaneity, his smile was not so joyous, but it came more often and less forcedly. + 

Roderick realized that Christopher had aged more in one year than in all the others of his life. He had no youthful illusions, no youthful impetuosity. He was calmer, more shrewd. He had a knowledge of men and of the world. Roderick realized that in some ways Christopher was older than he. + 

Once again he broached the question of an introduction to the Prince. This time Christopher consented. + 

So one day the brothers rode out of the Hague through the wood that led to the Huis ten Bosch. Christopher was rather silent for the most part but when they reached the gardens of the palace he expressed his admiration. + 

“His Highness will be pleased to hear that you like his flowers,” said Roderick. “He takes great pride in them.” + 

“What does the Princess here?” asked Christopher suddenly. “I had not thought that the solitude was congenial to her.” + 

“At first Her Highness conceived herself very homesick. She is different now.” + 

“Poor Lady Mary! She was such a gay princess! She took such delight in the life at Whitehall.” + 

Roderick spoke stiffly. + 

“There is no need to pity her. She is the Prince his wife.” + 

“Poor lady!” said Christopher again. “I do pity her.” + 

“Her Highness should be happy enough,” replied his brother. “She has changed.” + 

The Prince was not in the house. One of the lackeys had seen him walking in the gardens not long since. They found him at length on a terrace, basking in the sunlight. + 

Roderick swept him a low bow. + 

“Highness, I have brought my brother. May I present him?” It was a triumphant moment for him. At last Christopher had been brought face to face with this Prince whom he had affected to despise. At last he could show Christopher how wonderful was his master. + 

William turned. Christopher thought he had never met such a piercing scrutiny. Then the Prince smiled and rose. + 

“I have long desired to make your acquaintance, Mr. Dart. Rodrigue has often spoken to me of you.” He extended his hand. + 

Christopher went on one knee to kiss it. + 

“Your Highness is very kind,” he said. + 

“Christopher greatly admires the gardens, Sir,” said Roderick. + 

William looked pleased. + 

“They are beautiful!” said Christopher warmly. “I do indeed admire them, Sir.” + 

“I love them,” answered the Prince. “I could not live without my flowers.” He waved his hand towards a bed of tulips. “Those are my flowers.” + 

Christopher smiled. + 

“Even we in England know which are your favourites, Sir!” + 

“So? They are my favourites because they are part of Holland. You do not grow such flowers in England.” + 

“No,” said Christopher. “But we have our roses.” + 

“Yes, you have your roses. Rodrigue, he must be shown the west side!” + 

So the Prince of Orange showed Mr. Dart the west side of his gardens. + 

The visit to the Huis ten Bosch was the first of many. Christopher made more friends in the Prince’s household, and the Princess desired his acquaintance. + 

He hardly recognized the Lady Mary in the quiet, soberly dressed woman to whom he was presented. The Mary he knew had sparkling eyes and a roguish smile. The eyes were calm now, almost sad; the smile was full of dignity. He thought that she seemed unhappy, and later he found that there was a coldness between the Prince and his wife. + 

Mary was anxious to hear all the London news. More than once Christopher saw her eyes fill, but the tears did not well over. He could not tell her much, but she was grateful for very little. She asked after various people, lingering over their names as over a pleasant memory. Christopher pitied her from the bottom of his heart. + 

Desire for work was growing apace. The indolent life he was leading had become irksome. Christopher realized that he must find some occupation. + 

The more he saw of William, the more convinced he was that he had found one who was honest and a patriot. He watched the Stadtholder’s adroit management of affairs with growing admiration. + 

Roderick was surprised that his brother did not fall at the Prince’s feet, worshipping. He was still more surprised that Christopher should feel no desire to become one of the Prince’s household. He could not understand that all Christopher’s love remained with Roxhythe. + 

“You do not desire to be near the Prince his person?” + 

“I would rather join his army,” answered Christopher. + 

“Join the army! You had better enter his household.” + 

“I do not wish to serve any man⁠—personally.” + 

“Odds life! Not even His Highness?” + 

“No one.” + 

Roderick stared. + 

“You are no soldier, Chris!” + 

“I can learn.” + 

“You were better advised to turn your hand to politics.” + 

“Never! I want not to hear the word again!” + 

“But that is ridiculous! Because you found Shaftesbury acting questionably is no reason to think that⁠—” + 

“I will not hear of politics. They mean intrigue and covert dealing; bribing and tricking. I’ll none of it.” + 

Roderick shook his head in amazement. But he broached the subject to his master. + 

Thus it came about that Christopher had audience with the Prince one sunny morning at the Huis ten Bosch. + 

William sat at his desk, chin in hand. He regarded Christopher thoughtfully for some moments. + 

“Rodrigue has been speaking to me of you, Mr. Dart. You desire to serve under my standard?” He spoke in Dutch. + 

“If your Highness permits, I ask nothing better.” + 

Christopher saw the hazel eyes twinkle suddenly. + 

“Yet if I offer you a post about my person you will refuse it?” + 

There was something disconcerting about the Prince. Christopher stammered a little. + 

“I hope⁠—Your Highness⁠—will not⁠—offer that.” + 

“Sit down,” said William. “Why do you hope that?” + 

“Sir, I desire to serve no man personally. I want to serve as a soldier.” + 

William smiled. + 

“You want to serve an ideal, hein?” + 

“Perhaps that is true, Sir. I do not want to serve⁠—a man.” + 

“Are you afraid that I should betray your trust?” + 

The swiftness of the attack got behind Christopher’s guard. + 

“I⁠—don’t understand, Sir.” + 

“I think you do. Am I the man to betray a trust?” + 

“No, Sir. Why do you ask?” + 

“Because I will not be served by any man who does not place in me his whole confidence.” + 

Christopher hesitated. + 

“I believe that you at least are honest, Sir,” he said at last. + 

“But you will not accept a post about my person.” + 

Christopher grew hot under the steady scrutiny. + 

“No, Sir.” + 

“Why not?” + 

For a moment Christopher did not answer. + 

“Highness, if you must know, it is this:⁠—For nine years I have served my Lord Roxhythe. He has all my love, all my devotion. I cannot serve another man in the same way. I have tried and failed. Twice failed.” + 

“Mr. Dart, you say that Roxhyt’e has your love and your devotion. What then have you to offer me?” + 

“Faithful service, Sir, and loyalty.” + 

“So!” William tapped his fingers lightly on a sheet of parchment. His face grew harsh. “We will have plain speaking, if you please, Mr. Dart. I have some knowledge of milor’ Roxhyt’e’s life, and of his dealings. How am I to know that you are not imbued with his morals⁠—or lack of morals?” + 

Christopher straightened. + 

“Highness, may we leave Roxhythe out of the discussion? I trust my morals are above reproach.” + 

“I trust so, Mr. Dart. Yet in ’77 there was some question of that.” + 

“Will your Highness explain?” + 

“It is necessary? In ’77 you bore letters to Cherrywood; letters that we believe to have been addressed to the French King from King Charles. You will admit that gives food for thought, Mr. Dart.” + 

Christopher met his eyes bravely. + 

“I give Your Highness my word that if that was so I knew nothing of it when I did take the letters. I thought them innocent dispatches to His Grace of Monmouth.” + 

“So your brother assures me. He tells me you were tricked. It is because you fear that I might trick you that you will not enter my⁠—personal⁠—service?” + 

“N-no, Sir. I think not. It is because I could not serve you with wholehearted affection. It is true that I have grown suspicious of late, but I believe that I do trust Your Highness.” + 

“Thank you. That is your only reason?” + 

Again Christopher hesitated. + 

“No, Sir, there is another. However honest you be there must always be intrigue. I desire to know nothing of intrigue. I want to⁠—be outside all the inner workings of politics. I want to⁠—forget everything.” + 

William coughed a little. + 

“Then I think you would be better advised to seek employment with someone who lives not a public life.” + 

“I have thought of that, Sir, but it does not appeal to me.” + 

“In truth, Mr. Dart, you do not know what you want.” + 

“Indeed, Sir, I do! I want to fight France⁠—our common enemy.” + 

“I do not fight France. There is peace.” + 

Christopher looked at him strangely. + 

“Your Highness will not always be content with this peace.” + 

William’s brows rose perceptibly. + 

“Oh! So you will join the army⁠—and wait? Dull work, Mr. Dart.” + 

“I have yet to learn a soldier’s duties, Sir.” + 

The Prince tapped the parchment again. + 

“Well.⁠ ⁠… Perhaps I can find employment for you. We shall see.” + 

He took up a quill. For some moments he wrote swiftly. Then he dusted the parchment and folded it. + 

“You are quite sure that you wish to serve the Orange? Remember that you are an Englishman; remember that once you have entered the army you cannot leave it at will.” + 

“I have considered all that, Sir. It is no hasty decision that I have made. I have thought long, and⁠—pardon me⁠—I have observed Your Highness closely. I believe that at last I have found a master who is above bribes; who does not work for himself but for his country.” + 

William bowed. + 

“I admire plain speaking, sir. In my turn I believe that you too are honest. I doubted it at one time, but when I was told that you had quitted Lord Roxhyt’e I concluded that I was wrong.” + 

“Thank you, Sir. I may enter your service?” + 

William handed him the parchment. + 

“You will convey that to Bentinck. Rodrigue will direct you. Bentinck will give you a commission, and it will remain for you to prove yourself.” + 

Christopher went down on one knee. + 

“I will serve Your Highness faithfully,” he said. “I have to thank you for your kindness.” + 

William held out his hand. + 

“That is very well,” he said. + 

Christopher went quietly out of the room. Roderick was awaiting him, all eagerness. + 

“Well, Chris?” + 

“I am to go to General Bentinck.” + 

Roderick was disappointed. + 

“I had thought⁠—that when you had spoken with His Highness⁠—you would have desired to be always at his side.” + 

Christopher smiled faintly. + 

“I am no longer twenty-one, Dick. The age of illusions is past.” + 

“Have you no enthusiasms?” + 

Christopher sighed. + 

“I hardly know. Perhaps. But not for man.” + 

“I don’t understand you, Chris. I had thought that the Prince would have captured your devotion.” + 

“You have yet to realize, Dick, that my devotion lies elsewhere.” + 

“Still?” Roderick was incredulous. + 

“Always.” + 

“But after all that has happened! after his treatment of you⁠—” + 

“If you think that any harm done to me could kill my love for Roxhythe, you do not understand love.” + 

“You are infatuated! Pray heaven it will pass!” + 

“For my peace of mind I hope it will. You’ll dine with me tonight? I shall leave the Hague early tomorrow.” + 

“As soon as that? Yes, I’ll dine with you. I wish you were to be of the Household, though. I wanted you near me after all these years.” + 

Christopher spoke rather cynically. + 

“No, Roderick. You had been jealous of me an I had joined the Prince his Household.” + 

“Really, Christopher!” Roderick was inclined to be offended. Then he smiled. “Perhaps you are right. But I shall miss you.” + 

“It will pass,” replied Christopher easily. + 

Roderick went back to his master. + 

“Well, Rodrigue? You have seen your brother?” + 

“Yes, Sir. I cannot understand his attitude.” + 

“No?” + 

“He is so cold! so unlike his old self.” + 

“My dear Rodrigue, your brother has suffered. I understand him.” + 

“But then, Highness, you understand all men,” said Roderick softly. + 