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The Ways Run Parallel + 

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The King and His Favourite + 

A large gentleman was strolling from group to group in one of the great galleries of Whitehall. He was very exquisite, this gentleman, adorned with all the coloured silks, velvets and furbelows which that Year of Grace, 1668, demanded. A great peruke was on his head, with flowing, dark curls that reached over his breast and below his shoulders. He carried his plumed hat in his hand, and at times he made great play with it, as if to point some witty remark. At other times he opened his jewelled comfit-box with a delicate flick of his wrist, and selected, with some care, a tinted sweetmeat. Once or twice he swept a low bow to some lady of his acquaintance, but for the most part he was occupied with the courtiers who were present, always lazily smiling, and with his brown eyes bored and expressionless. His height, and the breadth of his shoulders made him easily distinguishable in the gay throng, so that those who wished to speak to him soon found where he was standing, and made their way towards him. He was the Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe, the King’s favourite and the ladies’ darling, and his name was on many lips. + 

No longer in his first youth, my lord had nothing to learn in the way of polish. He was the perfect courtier, combining grace and insolence even more successfully than his Grace of Buckingham. His brow was incomparable; his air French; his wit spicy; his tailoring beyond words, remarkable. Even in those days of splendour and unlimited extravagance he was said to be fabulously wealthy. + 

All this was enough to gain him popularity, but yet another asset was his. This was the ear of the King. + 

For no one did Charles cherish quite so warm a regard. He had never been heard to speak harshly to the favourite, and the favourite had never been heard to take a liberty with his good-natured master. He had been with Charles on his travels; had fought at his side at Worcester, had entered London in his train in 1660, and was now one of the most influential men in town. + 

He was something of an enigma. As indolent and as licentious as his royal master, possessing strong personal magnetism, many engaging qualities, and excellent abilities, he never interested himself in the affairs of the moment nor exercised his influence either for his own ends or for those of some “party.” He belonged to none of the factions; he was no statesman; his lazy unconcern was widely known. He never plotted, and never worried himself over the affairs of the State. He had few friends, and some enemies. The King’s brother, the Duke of York, openly disliked him for the influence he held over Charles; influence that his Grace did not possess; influence that might be turned against him. Many of the courtiers covertly hated him for this same reason, but no one, for some inexplicable reason, ever intentionally annoyed him. + 

This afternoon, as he walked through the gallery, he found that the conversation was more serious than was either seemly or usual. On all sides was talk of the Triple Alliance with Holland and Spain which the King had signed but a few weeks ago. No one could quite understand why Charles had done this, but nearly everyone was pleased. Uneasy patriots who feared the French King’s yoke saw in this new bond a safeguard against France and a safeguard against the attacks of the Dutch; while the fervent religious party who had murmured at the King’s marriage to a Papist and at his good-humoured toleration of the Catholic religion thought this Protestant alliance a proof of Charles’ good faith. + 

The King occupied himself so little with affairs that many of the men who surrounded him came to the conclusion that he had had no mind of his own in the matter, but had blindly followed his ministers’ instructions. Others who had more insight into the King’s nimble, competent brain confessed themselves at a loss to explain his concurrence with a bond which must surely be disadvantageous to himself. These were his intimates; men who had some conception of the King’s friendship with his cousin Louis, and a knowledge of the condition of his private purse. They wondered, and surmised, and exchanged glances, but they were few in number, and the majority of men thought the King an indolent prince with no head for business and certainly no taste for intricate intrigue. + 

It seemed that the only man at Whitehall that afternoon who neither wondered nor surmised but who was content to receive the news placidly and without argument, was, as usual, Lord Roxhythe. He spent his time turning aside solemn questions as to his opinion of the bond by a series of flippant rejoiners. He grew weary at last of trying to turn men’s thoughts into lighter and more congenial channels, and withdrew to the side of Mrs. Chester, one of the Queen’s ladies. There he remained, and was exchanging languid badinage with her when a page broke in on the gathering about the lady’s couch and bowed low. + 

His Majesty desired my lord to go to him at once. + 

It was no unusual thing for Charles to summon his favourite to him privately, and no one thought it a matter for suspicion; not even Sir Thomas Killigrew who was unreasonably jealous of his rival. + 

My Lord Roxhythe cast an appealing glance at Mrs. Chester, and rose. + 

“Oh well, sir!” shrugged the lady with a little moue of pretended anger. “I know you will never stay by my side when His Majesty calls!” + 

“Sweetheart,” retorted Roxhythe, audaciously, “I would stay by your side as I could, but seeing that I may not, how can I?” + 

Mrs. Chester laughed immoderately at this, flirting her fan. + 

“You confound me with your woulds and coulds, sir! I know not the answer to your riddle, yet if I command your company⁠ ⁠… ?” + 

“Then on two sides my company is demanded, and on the both by Royalty.” + 

“How?” she dimpled. + 

“Why, Fairest, if His Majesty is King of England, you are the Queen of Beauty, and I know not whose claim be the stronger.” + 

As Mrs. Chester was no more than ordinarily good looking, this fulsome compliment pleased her very much. + 

“And so what would you do?” + 

“I would compromise, sweet.” + 

“Compromise! I do not think I like the word. But how?” + 

Roxhythe picked up his hat and gloves and bowed. + 

“I would take you with me to His Majesty so you might both have my company.” + 

Her laughter followed him across the gallery as he walked in the wake of the page to the King’s private closet. + 

Charles sat at his desk, his chin in his hand, but at Roxhythe’s entry he rose and came forward, hands outstretched. + 

Roxhythe took them in his, carrying them to his lips. + 

“Ye are recovered from your indisposition, Davy?” asked the King affectionately. “Do you know that ’tis five days since I have seen you?” + 

“Do I not, Sir!” smiled Roxhythe. + 

“And even now I have to send for you because you do not come! What ill usage is this, David?” + 

“None, Sir,” was the prompt reply. “I have been a suppliant at your door, and turned away because that Your Majesty was greatly occupied with State affairs.” + 

“They had no orders to turn you away, David! Odds-life, but one would think the business of more account than you!” + 

“One might,” conceded Roxhythe, and laughed. “They would have announced me, but hearing of Your Majesty’s occupation, I forbad them.” + 

“You think so much of business!” sighed the King. “Well, I have been with my nose to the grindstone all the morning and I am not finished with it yet. Sit down, Davy!” He returned to the desk. + 

Roxhythe chose a seat opposite him and laid down his hat. + 

Charles’ heavy face was overcast. His melancholy eyes, resting on the favourite’s face, were frowning. Roxhythe raised his brows, and leaned back in his chair. + 

“David,” said the King, at last, “I am in something of a quandary.” + 

Roxhythe said nothing. + 

“If I do not obtain money soon I am like to be in a worse one. This Dutch alliance is of no use to me.” + 

“Well, we always knew that, Sir. You’ve commands for me?” + 

“A request.” + 

“Name it, Sire.” + 

“Gently, Roxhythe! There is much ye must understand first.” + 

Roxhythe drew closer to the desk. + 

“This is a secret matter, Sir?” + 

“For the present, yes. David, the matter is this: very soon I must have means, or I fall. The Commons will grant me nothing, nor will I ask them. There is Louis.⁠ ⁠…” He paused. + 

Roxhythe made a little gesture of distaste. + 

“You are adverse from dealing with the French King, ah? Well, so am I. I’ve no mind to bear his yoke on my shoulders, for I believe it would tax my ingenuity to its uttermost to outwit him. That he would jump to the movement of my finger I know. Yet⁠ ⁠…” Again he paused. + 

“You do not wish to put England under his thumb, Sir?” + 

“I do not wish to put myself under his thumb, Roxhythe. His Christian Majesty is very grasping. So I am forced to think of another alternative.” + 

“Well, Sir?” + 

“My nephew.” + 

For an instant Roxhythe was puzzled. Then his eyes narrowed. + 

“William of Orange.” + 

Charles nodded. + 

“You see the possibilities of the idea?” + 

“I see a great many impossibilities, Sir.” + 

“You are not over encouraging, Roxhythe. You have not heard what is in my mind as yet.” + 

Roxhythe bowed. + 

“I am waiting for Your Majesty to expound.” + 

“It is this. De Witt rules Holland, and he holds my nephew prisoner. Yet I have good reason to believe that his position is none too safe. Already there are murmurings among the people. Nassau is always Nassau⁠—in Holland. If William were to rise up ’gainst Their High Mightinesses the mob would flock to his standard. The mob’s memory is never of the longest. In the face of his present unpopularity, it would forget the good De Witt wrought in Holland, and stand again for the Orange. With an English army to back him William might very easily overthrow De Witt and take his rightful place as Stadtholder. He might even be made King.” + 

“And the price, Sir?” + 

“Tribute paid to me, yearly.” + 

“So you will hold the Provinces as a subsidiary state to England?” + 

“Ostensibly. Enough to satisfy Ashley.” + 

“Ashley. So he is in the plot?” + 

Charles shrugged. + 

“To some extent. He does not know my whole mind. He sees advancement for himself in it. And the Country’s good. A patriot, this Ashley.” + 

“And who else knows of the thing, Sir?” + 

The King moved a little uneasily. + 

“Buckingham,” he answered shortly. + 

“Your Majesty trusts that man too much.” + 

The King’s eyes flashed. + 

“My Majesty does not brook correction, Roxhythe.” + 

“Your pardon, Sir.” + 

One of the dogs barked in its sleep and growled. + 

The King leant forward again. + 

“In Holland today there is a strong Orangist party. Influential men, some of them⁠ ⁠…” he mentioned names.⁠ ⁠… “And a few of the richer tradesmen. Not so many of that class. ’Tis the noblemen and the mob who are for the Orange, but the burghers stand by De Witt. If Louis presently invades the Low Countries, as I believe he will do, De Witt’s position becomes the more insecure. The mob will blame him for the invasion, and turn to rend him. Then were the time to produce the Prince, with a small force at his back. England would approve it, and in such a way I might become independent of Louis.” + 

“It is a pretty scheme, Sir,” said Roxhythe slowly. “But one point Your Majesty overlooks.” + 

“What is it?” + 

“The Prince himself, Sir.” + 

Charles brushed the objection aside. + 

“A mere boy. My bait should be tempting enough.” + 

“Have you considered that others may have dangled that same bait?” + 

“Louis. Assuredly. But on my side there is this: I am his uncle; England is Protestant, as he is. Louis is Catholic, and the blood-tie is not so close.” + 

“You are sure, too, that the Prince is amenable to bribes, Sir?” + 

The sombre look faded from the King’s face. He showed his teeth in a smile of pure mischief. + 

“Roxhythe, Roxhythe, have ye forgot he is a Stuart?” + 

The favourite laughed. + 

“No, Sir. Nor that he is also a Nassau.” + 

“A proud race,” nodded the King. “Still, his youth stands me in good stead.” + 

“He may have older and wiser councillors, Sir, not easy to dazzle.” + 

“I never yet met a statesman I could not bribe,” replied the King cynically. + 

A smile flickered across Roxhythe’s mouth. + 

“What will you bribe them with, Sir? I thought ’twas Your Majesty who required money.” + 

“I am prepared to spend some money that I may obtain more,” retorted the King. “I believe the Commons would assist me for such a cause.” + 

“All things are possible, Sir,” said Roxhythe pessimistically. + 

“So I think. But first I must know my nephew his mind. From all I can gather he is a youth of parts. I would lay my proposition before him, for without his consent nothing is possible.” + 

Roxhythe twisted his rings. + 

“And so we come to the part I have to play.” + 

Charles glanced at him affectionately. + 

“I would not press you, David. I but request.” + 

My lord’s lips twitched. + 

“Your Majesty knows I can refuse you nothing,” he said. + 

The King put out his hand quickly. + 

“Ah, David! If I had more about me of your loyalty!” + 

“Then, Sir, were I not so favoured,” smiled Roxhythe. “I am to go to the Hague?” + 

“Ay. You will bear a packet containing the⁠—bribe⁠—as writ by Ashley. But you know my mind as he does not, and you will plead my cause with the Prince yourself. Remember I am set on this thing if it may be brought about.” + 

Roxhythe stood up. + 

“I will serve you to the best of my ability, Sir. My instructions, I suppose, I receive from Messieurs Ashley and Villiers?” + 

“They await you in the room opposite. Roxhythe, my displeasure will be very great if you anger these men! Already they do not like it that I have chosen you for messenger, and I will have no petty quarrelling! Remember you are my friend!” He rose also, and extended his hand. He was a very great Prince. + 

Roxhythe kissed his fingers. + 

“I will bear your words in mind, Sir. But I never quarrel.” + 

“No,” admitted the King, laughing. “But you have a damned annoying air about you!” + 

“That is possible,” agreed my lord placidly, and left the presence. + 

Outside he paused, and glanced down the corridor. There was no one in sight. + 

“Ashley and Villiers,” he murmured. “What ails my little master?” + 

II + 

The King His Councillors + 

By the fireplace, lolling in one of the carven oak chairs, and from time to time selecting comfits from a jewelled box, was a tall, fair man rather florid of countenance, with very arched eyebrows, and an enormous periwig. His dress and appointments were rich and heavily perfumed; his face was painted and powdered; his air was blasé. He wore salmon-pink with silver facings and silver ribbons. His coat was marvellously embroidered; its sleeves turned back from the elbow to allow his fine cambric shirt to billow forth into foamy ruffles of Mechlin. His person was lavishly besprinkled with jewels, and the hilt of his sword was of wrought gold with rubies and diamonds scattered over it. + 

In all a handsome, foppish gentleman, with just enough of daredevilry and charm in his manner to soften the slightly repellent insolence that characterized him. His Grace of Buckingham. + 

Standing by the window was Lord Ashley-Cooper. His lordship laid no claim to either personal beauty or charm. Even at that time his face was lined and pinched, and his manner lacked the courtier’s polish. His dress was plain, judged by the standards of the day, and something careless in appearance. He neither toyed with comfits, nor hummed to pass the time, as did His Grace of Buckingham, but signs of impatience he showed in the way his foot tapped the ground, and in the twitching of his thin lips. + 

Villiers studied him amusedly. + 

Then Roxhythe came into the room. + 

Both men turned, and Buckingham dragged himself from his chair, yawning behind his scented handkerchief. + 

Ashley bowed stiffly. It struck Roxhythe that he was not at ease. He wondered what the man really knew of the King’s designs: whether he was playing into the King’s hands deliberately. Roxhythe was slightly acquainted with him, but he saw that Ashley’s bow was not cordial. He returned it, making great play with his plumed hat. Then he bowed to His Grace. + 

And there they stood, Buckingham obviously amused; Roxhythe quite impassive, sustaining his bow; and Ashley very uncomfortable. Yet it was he who spoke the first word. + 

“My Lord Roxhythe, we are greatly honoured. Pray will you not be seated?” His voice was harsh but not unsympathetic. + 

Roxhythe ended his bow with a flourish. He deposited his hat on a chair, laid his gloves on the brim, and sat down at the table, making a gesture with his hand to two other chairs. In that moment he became master of the situation. + 

Buckingham stretched himself in his original place and ate another comfit. Roxhythe caught the exasperated glance that Ashley flung at him and chuckled inwardly. Charles had chosen an ill-matched couple for the business. + 

“Gentlemen, I await your convenience,” he said. + 

Buckingham passed his comfit-box to Ashley, who sat nearest him. + 

“May I not tempt you, my lord? I assure⁠—” + 

“I thank your Grace, no!” said Ashley, curtly. + 

“Then my Lord Roxhythe?” + 

Roxhythe accepted a violet-tinted sweetmeat, and handed the box back to his Grace. + 

Villiers watched him anxiously. + 

“A delicate flavour, you’ll agree, my lord? I have scoured London and not found another maker to rival this one.” + 

Roxhythe lifted his hand. + 

“I seem to catch the name in the flavour, sir⁠ ⁠… Champlin⁠—no.⁠ ⁠… Ah! Tonier!” + 

“You’re right,” nodded Buckingham. “Tonier. I set great store by my comfits.” + 

Ashley interrupted at this, seeing that Roxhythe seemed disposed to continue the subject. + 

“Gentlemen, we have met to discuss more important matters than your sweetmeats!” he said quickly. + 

Haughtily Buckingham raised his eyebrows. Then he let them fall again, and yawned. + 

“My Lord Roxhythe will forgive the abruptness,” he drawled. “I shall hope to continue our little conversation another time, sir.” + 

“Your Grace still gives me something to live for,” replied Roxhythe sweetly. + 

Ashley brought his clenched fist down on the table. + 

“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” he cried. “I must beseech your attention!” Instantly Roxhythe turned to him. + 

“Your pardon, my lord! I stand rebuked. Well, I have had speech with His Majesty.” He sat back, waiting for Ashley to speak. + 

“Oh, have you so?” asked Buckingham sleepily. “How doth His Majesty? I have not seen him in these two days.” + 

“Very well, sir⁠—considering.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Ashley flashed angrily. + 

“Well, sirs! And is this the time or the place to bandy questions concerning His Majesty’s health? We are here on business of great importance⁠—” + 

Buckingham was moved to sit up. + 

“My lord! His Majesty’s health⁠—” + 

“Is of great moment, your Grace, as I am perfectly well aware! But we have no time to waste now! We must come to our business at once! Already we waste time with all this talk of sweetmeats and⁠—” + 

“Gentlemen, I beg you not to quarrel here, in His Majesty’s apartments,” interposed Roxhythe very coldly. “My lord, if you will give me your attention for one moment!” + 

Before Ashley, indignant at the implied reproof, had time to do more than open his mouth, Roxhythe had begun to speak, concisely, but with the air of one bored beyond measure. + 

“His Majesty did me the honour of requesting my presence this morning, when he did propound to me a scheme which he hath in mind. This I need not speak of to you, gentlemen, for I know that you are party to the intrigue.” Here he bowed. “His Majesty further honoured me by commanding my services in the matter, desiring me to be his messenger to his nephew, the Prince of Orange. This I did undertake, and His Majesty at once commanded me to seek you out for the further propounding of the matter. Allow me to say also, gentlemen, that I am entirely at your disposal.” + 

“Very prettily said,” commented his Grace, opening one eye. “I swear I could not reel it off so pat.” + 

“I gather, my lord, that His Majesty apprised you of our intentions?” + 

“His Majesty told me that Prince William was to be cozened to our side, and the Provinces to pay yearly tribute to England.” + 

“That is so.” + 

Roxhythe felt Buckingham’s eyes upon him. He knew then that Charles had made no secret of his intentions to the Duke. As yet he could not judge of Ashley’s knowledge, but he thought it unlikely that this man should be privy to the King’s aims. + 

“I see you know it all,” continued Ashley. “It but remains to arrange that you depart in such a way that the French Ambassador’s spies shall not suspect you; and to read you your instruction.” + 

Roxhythe bowed. + 

“His Majesty desires you to travel by sea to Flushing, where it is believed your lordship has friends.” + 

Again Roxhythe bowed. + 

“You are to journey to the Hague, but in such a way as to excite no suspicion. So the first day you will ride no further than Bergen-op-Zoom; the second to Gertruydenberg; the third to Rotterdam, and so to the Hague itself. We leave to your discretion the time you spend in each of these towns. It is possible you may have to allay suspicion by remaining in each some days. It is almost certain that you will be spied upon. If the Duke of York, or the French Ambassador, M. de Rouvigny, were to hear of the affair, they would do all in their power to stop you gaining access to the Prince. When you are come at length to the Hague you will in some way⁠—” + 

“Which we leave to your discretion, knowing none ourselves,” put in Buckingham. + 

“⁠—in some way gain entrance to the palace. You must deliver the King his packet into the Prince his hands, and bring back an answer. That is the whole plan in rough, my lord.” + 

“Neat, eh, my lord?” said Buckingham lazily. “You must take care, however, to allay the spies’ suspicion. In all probability they will be with you on the boat, but no doubt you will contrive to shake them off during the journey, even as they do arrive at the Hague to meet you.” + 

Ashley broke in. + 

“The other matter, which is of great importance, my lord, is the manner of your departure.” + 

“Surely an escort as far as Harwich⁠ ⁠… ?” asked Villiers, surprised. “He cannot then come to much harm this side of the water.” + 

“Your Grace is pleased to make a mock of me,” retorted Ashley with quiet dignity. “My Lord Roxhythe, you have no suggestion to put forward?” + 

Roxhythe left off playing with the tassel of his glove and looked up. + 

“Why no, sir. Unless it might be that I should fall under the displeasure of His Majesty and be forced to leave the country for a spell.” + 

Ashley brought the knuckles of his right hand into the palm of his left. + 

“You have hit on it, sir! Why, it is the very thing! A public rebuff; coldness from His Majesty! It lends verisimilitude to the affair at once!” + 

Villiers looked curiously across at my lord. + 

“So you’ll do that, eh?” + 

“Why not, sir?” Roxhythe opened his eyes rather wide. + 

“Damme if I would!” remarked his Grace. “Well, well! what next?” + 

Ashley started to fidget with some papers lying on the table. His face became more harassed than ever. + 

“There is one other matter which I hardly like to mention to your lordship. And that is⁠—plainly speaking⁠—the⁠—ah⁠—in spite of His Majesty’s⁠—I may say⁠—very straitened circumstances⁠—it is the⁠—er⁠—” + 

Buckingham burst into a great laugh. + 

“Odd’s blood, but the man stumbles like a cat on hot bricks! ’Tis the payment that he tries to speak of, Roxhythe!” + 

“We⁠—leave it to your lordship’s discretion, of course.” + 

“You’ll need to have a vast amount of that discretion!” chuckled the Duke. + 

“Your Grace!⁠—to your lordship’s discretion⁠—how much money you should require for the expenses of the journey.” He stopped, and glanced with some anxiety into my lord’s ironic eyes. + 

Buckingham drawled something about the King’s purse that made my lord’s hand clench suddenly on the glove he held. Ashley’s discomfiture amused him. He prolonged it for some moments. Then he began to speak, very slowly. + 

“Set your minds at rest, gentlemen. His Majesty knows I shall not ask him for money.” He paused, frowning. A little sneering laugh from Villiers affected him not a whit. Ashley watched him closely. “One thing, however, I must have.” + 

“Oho!” Buckingham flashed a look at Ashley. + 

“May we know what that is, sir?” asked Ashley. + 

Roxhythe toyed again with his glove. + 

“I require a gentleman to go with me.” + 

The relief on both men’s faces was ludicrous. + 

“Well, sir!” said Ashley briskly. “That is no such great matter!” + 

Roxhythe was pained. + 

“Pardon me, sir. I mean a man who may be to some extent cognizant of the intrigue; who will be loyal to me; who will transact all the business of transport for me; who will take orders from no one but me; who will act in implicit obedience to me. In short, gentlemen, one who is trustworthy and discreet.” + 

Buckingham stared at him gloomily. + 

“In these days!” he said, patiently exasperated. “Really, my lord!” + 

But Ashley had his finger to his teeth, biting the nail. + 

“You hear, sir?” asked Buckingham. + 

“Ay. I hear,” murmured Ashley, abstractedly. “Wait!” + 

“He knows of such a man!” breathed Buckingham. “Well, well!” He crossed his legs, and surveyed his gay rosettes. + 

“You have no one in mind, Lord Roxhythe?” asked Ashley, suddenly. + 

“I? No.” + 

“How should he?” sneered the Duke. + 

“Then I believe I know the man you seek.” + 

“That is very good hearing, sir. Who is he?” + 

“He is by name Dart. Christopher Dart. He is little more than a boy, it’s true, but I knew his father well, and I know his brother. I could vouch for his character. They come of a very old Suffolk family, and they are intensely patriotic. Chris came to my house only last week, asking me if I had work for him. I did promise to keep him in mind. He is the very man you want, my lord, and more than ever so as his brother is in the Prince his service at the Hague.” + 

Even Buckingham was roused. + 

“Roxhythe his difficulties fade before this youth,” he remarked. Roxhythe laid down his glove. + 

“Proceed, sir, I beg of you!” + 

“The boy will serve you faithfully enough; of that I am sure. As to his brother, Roderick, he was placed with His Highness by De Witt himself, so he is not suspected by the Prince his governors. Young Christopher spoke of him when I saw him. He told me that Roderick has learnt to worship the Prince, and would die for him, and much more heroic talk beside. If you can use Christopher to gain his brother, half your difficulty is gone!” + 

“Why, so it seems!” bowed Roxhythe. “I am indebted to you, sir.” + 

“I will send to Chris to come to see me tomorrow,” continued Ashley. “Unless you yourself will see him, sir?” + 

“Where does the prodigal lodge?” inquired Roxhythe. + 

“In Milford Lane⁠—Number seven.” + 

“I’ll visit him myself, then, sir, and learn his mind. I may use your name?” + 

“Surely, my lord!” + 

“Then he will run to you to hear your advice, and, acting on it, accept the post of secretary which I offer.” + 

Ashley saw the wisdom of this. + 

“Very well, sir. And for the rest?” + 

“I’ll wait on you,” said Roxhythe. He turned to Buckingham and bowed. Then he bowed to Ashley. “There is nothing more you have to tell me?” + 

Ashley shook his head. + 

“At present, nothing, sir. If you will visit me later in the week I will have everything clear.” + 

Roxhythe picked up his hat. + 

“Then, with your permission, gentlemen, I’ll leave you.” + 

“One moment, Roxhythe!” It was Buckingham who spoke. “We may leave to you the task of informing His Majesty of your decision?” + 

“My decision?” interrogated Roxhythe. + 

“That blind to the French spies you spoke of. The public rebuff.” The sneer was thinly veiled. + 

Roxhythe looked over his shoulder. + 

“Yes. You may leave that to me. I will speak to His Majesty.” + 

“I am relieved,” smiled the Duke. He watched my lord go out, and the smile faded. He flung himself back in his chair with a short laugh. “The fool!” he exclaimed. “The fond fool!” + 

“No, I do not think him that,” said Ashley. “But I wish it were any other than he. I do not trust him; he is too secret. I would he were more a fool; I should be more at ease.” + 

“Of course he is a fool! What sane man undertakes the King’s most expensive tasks and asks no payment? A fond fool, I tell you!” + 

“I think he loves the King very dearly,” slowly remarked my lord. “Or else he feigns well. Yet I do not trust him, for I think him selfish, and I do not think he cares overmuch for the country.” + 

“Oh, ye set too great store on the man, sir! A public rebuff! He who has never endured a slight from the King! He is mad!” + 

“No, he loves the King. But I wish it were other than he.” He sighed, and gathered together his papers. “I do not conceal from your Grace that I have grave misgivings concerning this business.” + 

Buckingham chuckled. + 

III + 

Christopher Dart + 

Roxhythe made his way back to the gallery. He found it crowded, and across the room caught sight of the King sitting with la belle Stewart, and laughing boisterously at some witty shaft aimed by Killigrew, standing near. Lady Castlemaine was by the door as he entered, in one of her black moods. He addressed her lightly, bowing. She turned. + 

“Ah, Roxhythe!” The frown cleared somewhat. “You have not been at Court these last few days. What ailed you?” + 

“A trifling indisposition, madame. I am flattered that you marked my absence.” + 

“We missed you at the ball,” she answered. “It was a pretty evening. You heard?” + 

“I heard that your ladyship was much admired. Sedley spoke of a yellow gown, of blue ribbons, of⁠—” + 

“Yes. And what said Sir Charles of Miss Stewart?” She spat the words at him. + 

“He did not speak of her,” said Roxhythe, calmly. “She was present?” + 

“Ay, the hussy!” Lady Castelmaine struck her fan into the palm of her hand. “The minx! Flaunting her airs and her graces before mine eyes! The bread-and-butter miss!” + 

Roxhythe shook with quiet laughter. Her ladyship flung him a wrathful glance. + 

“Oh, laugh, Roxhythe, by all means! I make no doubt you are stricken with the same madness! La belle Stewart! Tchah!” She moved angrily away. + 

Roxhythe felt the King’s eyes upon him. As soon as he could conveniently do so, he made his way to where Charles was sitting, and went to talk to Digby who stood behind the King’s chair with one or two others. + 

Presently Charles rose and walked with his fair companion to the door. He nodded carelessly to Roxhythe. + 

“Davy, be sure you visit me tomorrow.” It was affectionately said; the Monarch conferring a favour on his courtier. Roxhythe bowed. + 

“I thank your Majesty.” + 

Charles passed on. + 

The audience next morning was short. Charles was in a flippant mood, and although he at first objected to publicly snubbing his favourite, he soon consented. He was more interested in Roxhythe’s account of yesterday’s interview, and he laughed heartily at the description of the ill-assorted pair. For a fleeting few moments he was inclined to cancel his commands, reproaching himself for thinking to send Roxhythe into danger. Then that inclination faded, and he fell to discussing various minor details with Roxhythe. + 

In the evening Roxhythe went to visit Christopher Dart. + 

Christopher lived in a house looking out on to the river; a jeweller’s shop, over which he rented rooms. On this particular evening he was on the point of going to bed when the little serving-maid knocked on the door, and shrilled through the keyhole that a gentleman wanted to see Mr. Dart. Christopher had already snuffed two candles, and he paused now in the act of pinching the third. He went to the door and opened it. + 

The maid did not know who the gentleman was. + 

Christopher looked at her surprisedly. His friends in London were few, and they did not call on him at eleven at night. + 

The maid smoothed her dress with plump, red hands. + 

“I told the gentleman ye were like to be abed, sir,” she said, with a pert toss of her head. She glanced at Christopher from beneath her lashes. He was a comely boy. + 

“Well, I’m not abed, Lucy. But I was on the point of retiring when you came.” + 

“Be I to send him about his business, sir?” Her tone implied that she would find the task congenial. + 

“No,” said Christopher, slowly. “ ’Tis not so often that I have a visitor that I can afford to deny myself.” His solemnity vanished in a smile. “Will you show him upstairs, Lucy?” + 

“A great mill-post of a creature all wrapped up in a coat!” she sniffed. “And not a mite of his face to be seen for his hat all down on his nose!” + 

“A dangerous fellow,” agreed Christopher, twinkling. “But I have my sword over in the corner there! Don’t keep him waiting, child.” + 

He tried to think who would be likely to come disguised to see him. His friends were of a peaceable nature, nor had he one amongst them who could be considered taller than the average. While the maid was clattering down the stairs, he re-lit the two snuffed candles, and stirred the dying fire to a blaze. He was youthful enough to cast a glance into the mirror over the mantelpiece, and to straighten his hair. It was his own, and he wore it in natural curls about his shoulders. + 

The maid opened the door. She put her head into the room, announcing resentfully: “The gentleman!” and vanished. + 

Roxhythe came forward, removing his hat. + 

Christopher gazed at him in perplexity. It must be remembered that he was not long come from the country, and had seen very few notables of the town. His visitor’s face was totally unfamiliar. + 

Roxhythe shed his heavy cloak. He was gorgeously dressed in rose velvet and purple trimmings, for he had come straight from Whitehall. As he dropped his cloak on to a chair he smiled at Christopher who stared the harder. + 

“I must really apologize,” said Roxhythe, in his inimitable way. “It is quite disgraceful of me to wait on you at this hour, Mr. Dart. But I have been much occupied, believe me. I am relieved to find you not yet asleep; much relieved.” + 

Christopher swallowed twice, and stammered something inane. The deep brown eyes cast a spell over him which was strengthened by his visitor’s strange manner. Feeling that his murmured remark was inadequate, he bowed, and told Roxhythe that he was honoured. From my lord’s attitude he supposed that he had met him somewhere and forgotten him. He did not know the ways of Roxhythe. + 

My lord drew off his fringed gloves. Rings winked from his fingers. + 

“You are wondering what-a-plague I want with you,” he remarked. + 

Christopher spoke rather coldly. + 

“I confess, sir, I am at a loss.” + 

“Naturally. I shall have to explain, and I was ever a bad hand at that. May I sit down?” + 

Christopher blushed. Roxhythe had made him feel a raw schoolboy. He put forward a chair, not without resentment. + 

“Pray do, sir. I regret I have not better entertainment to offer you, but, as you know, I was not expecting this visit.” + 

Roxhythe took the chair and leant back in it, looking up at the stiff young figure with some amusement. + 

“My dear Mr. Dart, I can never explain my errand if you stand above me so disapprovingly.” + 

In spite of his slightly offended self, Christopher went over to another chair. + 

“I see, sir, that you know my name. May I not have the honour of yours?” + 

His lordship’s brows rose. + 

“I am Roxhythe,” he said, with faint surprise. + 

The naive egotism passed over Christopher’s head. He stood transfixed in an amazement that plainly showed itself on his face. He recovered, and bowed again. + 

“I am indeed honoured,” he said. + 

Roxhythe’s lip quivered. + 

“On the contrary,” he replied. “The honour is mine. Yes, do sit down. I cannot bear you on your feet any longer. And before we proceed any further, permit me to say that that solemn fellow⁠—Cooper⁠—Ashley-Cooper will hold himself responsible for me.” + 

Christopher conceived that he was being laughed at. + 

“Lord Ashley-Cooper is a great friend of mine, sir,” he said coldly. + 

“A most praiseworthy, energetic gentleman,” nodded Roxhythe. “He recommended me to wait on you.” + 

Light began to dawn on Christopher. + 

“My lord has work for me?” he asked, forgetting his studied coldness. + 

“That is it, Mr. Dart. Work for⁠—ah King and Country if you’ve a mind to it.” He watched the young man’s eyes grow eager. “Work of a very private nature.” + 

“I can be⁠—discreet, sir!” + 

“So Ashley assures me. I stand in need of a secretary.” + 

For one moment Christopher looked blank. Then he flushed angrily. + 

“Sir⁠—!” + 

“I am not making sport of you,” pleaded Roxhythe. “It is very serious, urgent business.” + 

“I⁠—” + 

“I could not trust my present secretary for the work I have to do.” + 

“Oh! Then it is not for you that I should have to work?” + 

“I am very sorry,” said Roxhythe. “I am afraid I should require you to⁠—” + 

“I meant⁠—it is for some State business?” + 

“State business; yes, Mr. Dart, that is it. I work for my master, and you work for me. That is the position.” + 

“Is your master the King, sir?” + 

Roxhythe was again surprised. + 

“Naturally.” + 

Christopher leaned forward. + 

“Will you not⁠—propound, sir?” + 

Roxhythe drew his gloves lazily through his fingers. He did not look at Christopher. Briefly he outlined as much of the plot as was meet for the other to hear, ending with the part Christopher was to play. He had apologized for being unversed in the art of speaking, but it was a very concise and unfaltering tale that he unfolded. He explained the whole affair in a rather bored manner, and as if it were the most usual thing in the world for a King and his minister to go behind the backs of other ministers to form secret treaties with prisoner princes. But so well did he tell it that this aspect of the situation never struck young Dart at all. When Roxhythe had finished he drew a deep breath. His eyes shone. + 

Roxhythe ate a sweet meat. + 

For a moment Christopher remained silent. Then he rose abruptly, and walked to the window, opening it and looking out over the river to the houses beyond. The night air blew in at the casement, stirring his fair curls as it passed him, and spread coldly over the room. Somewhere below a bargeman called to his fellow, but the sound of his voice came muffled to the quiet room. Christopher spoke with suppressed excitement. + 

“I⁠—am very sensible⁠—of the great honour⁠—you do me in confiding in me, sir.” + 

“Yes,” agreed Roxhythe. “But will you take the post I offer?” + 

Youthful impetuosity cried yes! Native caution hesitated. Native caution won. + 

“If I might⁠—think on it,” ventured Christopher, half-ashamed at what he felt to be sheer timorousness. + 

“I will give you⁠—” Roxhythe glanced at the clock, “⁠—fourteen hours.” + 

Christopher shut the window. + 

“Thank you, sir. I shall know my mind by then.” + 

“You know it now,” answered Roxhythe languidly. “But by all means ask his advice.” + 

“Sir!” Christopher was taken aback. For a moment he looked foolish, then his boyish smile appeared. “Well, yes, sir; I could consult Lord Ashley. He was an old friend of my father’s, and as my brother is away⁠—” + 

“Don’t apologize. Of course consult him. Your brother is in the Prince of Orange’s service, I believe?” + 

“Yes, sir. He writes very warmly of the Prince. Mayhap he might be of use to you in the enterprise?” + 

“It seems quite likely,” said Roxhythe. He rose. “You know my house?” + 

“No, sir.” + 

“Really? Bevan House in the Strand.” + 

“Oh, yes, sir! By Charing Cross.” + 

“That is right. I may expect to hear from you no later than four o’clock tomorrow?” + 

“I will be there at that hour,” promised Christopher. He watched Roxhythe pick up his hat, and became suddenly aware that he had offered no refreshment. + 

“My lord, you will stay to take a glass of wine with me? I have been sadly lacking in manners to forget. Pray forgive⁠—” + 

The keen eyes rested kindly on his face. + 

“I am sure you will excuse me, Mr. Dart. Already it is late and I would not put you to any further inconvenience.” + 

“It’s no such thing, sir! If you will be seat⁠—” + 

“Why, it is very kind of you, sir, but you must forgive me that I do not stay another minute. Tomorrow we will attend to the matter!” He pulled his cloak about him. Then he smiled. + 

In that moment Christopher was first conscious of his fascination. He bowed. + 

“I will not press you, sir, but I have been most remiss.” + 

“My dear boy,” replied his lordship, “I have occupied all your thoughts for the past hour. No, don’t come down with me; I shall find my way very well.” + 

“Indeed, sir, I shall!” + 

Again Roxhythe smiled. + 

When Christopher reentered the room, alone, he bethought himself that Roxhythe had neither sworn him to secrecy, nor adjured him to be discreet. He puzzled over this curious omission for some time. If it was not carelessness, it must mean that Roxhythe deemed him above suspicion. He lifted his chin a little. + 

He lay awake long that night, recalling all that had passed. As he turned from side to side in the great four-poster, he tried to argue the matter reasonably. Roxhythe had been right when he remarked that Christopher had already made up his mind, but the boy was young, he felt himself to be inexperienced, and he wanted older and wiser counsel. + 

The romantic side of the affair appealed to him strongly. Roxhythe had spoken of spies and possible danger: Christopher asked nothing better. That was not what made him hesitate. He hardly admitted to himself what it was that caused him to draw back. It was Roxhythe. + 

Without knowing why, Christopher felt that he disliked him. He questioned whether such a nonchalant flâneur was the man for this task. Had it been some creature of Ashley’s who had visited him, or a sober-minded individual, he would not have hesitated. But this foppish court-darling with his affectations and his langour treated the whole affair as if it were of very little importance. At the same time his personality held Christopher. The boy admitted that he had allowed himself to become a little dazzled towards the end of the interview, but now that he was alone he had thrown off the spell, and could take a sane, unbiased view of the situation. + 

When he at length fell asleep the clocks were striking three, and the grey light of dawn was already stealing through the window. He did not wake until nine, and then only because Lucy was thumping on the door, and demanding to know if he were ready for his breakfast, which, she informed him, had been ready for him this hour and more. + 

At eleven o’clock that morning, Christopher waited on Lord Ashley-Cooper, and was lucky enough to find him at home. He was ushered into a severely furnished apartment where Ashley was dictating to his secretary, and motioned briefly to a chair. + 

Ashley finished his dictation, and sent the secretary into an adjoining room. + 

“Well, Chris? You want my help?” + 

Christopher took his outstretched hand. + 

“I think you know on what errand I am come, sir,” he said. “Yesterday evening my Lord Roxhythe honoured me.” + 

Ashley nodded. He sat down again at his desk, watching Christopher draw up a chair for himself. + 

“And you want my advice?” + 

“I do, my lord.” + 

“The thing is genuine enough.” + 

“Why, I had not doubted that, sir!” + 

“Oh? The venture is precarious, and the result most uncertain. Yet if the Prince might be won over, it would be a great thing for England. We do not stand to gain much by the Triple Alliance alone, and if King Louis also has it in mind to coax the Prince, our cause is but the more urgent. Well, well; what is your own opinion?” + 

“I think the same as you, sir. ’Tis not for that that I hesitate. It is⁠—it is⁠—I cannot think my Lord Roxhythe a very⁠—fitting messenger.” He looked up a little anxiously as he spoke, but Ashley straightened in his chair and his face was in many worried creases. + 

“If it were any other man!” he said. “But the King is blinded by his love for Roxhythe. To send that man on State business! Why, it is madness!” He broke off, remembering to whom he spoke. “This must go no further, Chris!” he said sharply. “After all, the King himself knows that I mistrust Roxhythe. But he was determined, and swore that there was no other man he would send.” + 

Christopher, who had come into the room with just these sentiments in his mind, was now moved to expostulate on behalf of Roxhythe. He realized that he was showing great inconsistency, and wondered at his own perversity. + 

Ashley grunted. + 

“Oh, he has cast his net over you! I expected nothing better. Well, what shall you do?” + 

“I shall go with him, sir.” + 

“I suppose so. Keep a clear head, Chris, and above all, do not allow yourself to fall under Roxhythe’s influence. Damme, I’m not sure that I did right to mention your name to him! Mayhap your poor father would have⁠—” + 

“My father, sir, would have been anxious for me to serve the Country as best I might.” + 

“Maybe, maybe. Come and see me again before you go, Chris.” + 

Christopher rose. + 

“Of course, sir. I owe you a debt of thanks for remembering me in this matter.” + 

“We shall see,” was all that Ashley vouchsafed. + 

On his way through the hall, Christopher met Mr. Hyde whom he had seen once or twice before at Ashley’s house. He bowed and went on to the front door. Hyde’s horse stood waiting in charge of his servant. Christopher glanced at the man idly. Then he walked on down the street. + 

That afternoon, punctual to the minute, he arrived at Bevan House, and was ushered into the library. A spacious room, this, with oriel windows to the south, and a wide fireplace with an oaken mantelshelf, very cunningly carved. A writing-table stood at one end of the room near a door, other than the one at which he had entered. He sat down near this, and waited. + 

The minutes ticked by; he grew impatient. Roxhythe had bidden him to come not later than four o’clock; he had obeyed, and behold! there was no Roxhythe. His foot tapped the ground angrily. When Roxhythe at length came into the room, he rose and bowed stiffly. + 

“I came as you desired me, sir, at four o’clock,” he said. He glanced at the timepiece a trifle pointedly. + 

“Yes?” said Roxhythe. “I remember now; I did ask you to come then. Pray be seated!” + 

“Thank you,” answered Christopher. He remained standing. Roxhythe’s manner was insufferable, he decided. + 

My lord walked to the table where lay a sheaf of papers. One of these he picked up, and folded into three. + 

“Well, Mr. Dart?” + 

“I have thought over the matter, sir, and I have spoken to Lord Ashley, it but remains to inform you of my decision.” He spoke very coldly. In that moment he knew that he was going to refuse the post offered to him. Then Roxhythe looked up and across at him, smiling. + 

“But will you not sit down, Mr. Dart?” + 

Christopher sat down. + 

“I had⁠—thought to⁠—accept your offer, Lord Roxhythe.” + 

The quizzical brown eyes held his. + 

“But since you have seen me again you realize that it were impossible to work with one so utterly distasteful to you as myself.” + 

For a moment Christopher stared. + 

“I confess, sir, that was in my mind. However, I trust I put my Country before my personal feelings. I will accompany you to Holland.” He had not intended to say that. Even as the words left his mouth he regretted them. + 

“Why, that is very well,” nodded his lordship. “But are you quite sure that you mean it?” + 

There was another silence. + 

“Yes, sir,” said Christopher meekly. + 

IV + 

Flushing + 

Thus did Christopher enter the service of Roxhythe against his will, against his inner promptings. When once the step was taken, he resolutely choked the warning voice within him, and refused to reconsider his decision. + 

He took up his position as secretary within the week, and busied himself most conscientiously with his master’s private affairs. For the most part they were trivial enough, leaving him plenty of time in which to amuse himself. + 

He observed Roxhythe closely during those days, but he always found that my lord baffled him. He was by turns charming and insufferable. There were moments when Christopher’s dislike for him became acute; moments when his lordship was curt, or distrait to the point of rudeness; but just as Christopher’s anger could not longer be controlled, Roxhythe would disperse it with some look, or remark that Christopher could not withstand. Gradually dislike gave place to amusement, and ripened then into liking. + 

Beyond outlining the steps of the journey, Roxhythe had not mentioned their mission to Holland since the evening when he first met Dart. He appeared to give no further thought to the matter, and his indifference added fuel to Christopher’s enthusiasm. + 

In one short week the boy saw more of town and its ways than in all the time that he had previously spent in London. He met men who had been hitherto but names to him; he grew accustomed to receiving courtier, politician and poet, whom a month ago he would have been elated to set eyes on. His head was turned a little, but not unpleasantly so. There was never anything of the coxcomb about Christopher. + 

He learnt with amazement that Roxhythe was in disgrace at Court. He heard the tale through various sources and hardly credited it at first. Fashionable London hummed with the news. It appeared that Roxhythe had taken some liberty with the King, for which he had received not only a public rebuff but afterwards a cold shoulder. Christopher laughed at the tale. Ignorant of Court life he might be, but he was not so ignorant that he did not know of Roxhythe’s almost lifelong devotion to Charles. Never had my lord received a snub. Then came the rumour that Roxhythe deemed it advisable to leave England for a spell. This set Christopher’s brain to work. Perhaps the rebuff was a blind for spies. He determined to ask Roxhythe. + 

Outwardly my lord remained impassive; Christopher tried to imagine what must be his real feelings. He could conceive the galling degradation of it, and he felt slightly nervous of speaking to Roxhythe on the subject. + 

It was one morning as he sat writing in the library that he at last ventured to broach the question. My lord had entered the room with several papers which he laid on the desk beside Dart. He turned to go, and as he did so, Christopher rose. + 

“May I⁠—ask you⁠—something, sir?” + 

Roxhythe paused. + 

“Perhaps you will think me impertinent, sir,” went on Christopher, stammering. “I hardly⁠—like to⁠—” + 

Roxhythe sat down. + 

“Of course ask me what you will.” + 

Christopher took heart. + 

“It⁠—concerns this⁠—affair at Court, sir.” + 

“My dear boy, I shall not be offended if you say exactly what you mean. ’Tis my disgrace, eh?” + 

“Ay, sir. At first I was perplexed; then I thought a little. It is a blind for spies?” + 

“For everyone. I wondered if you would have the wit to perceive it.” + 

Christopher flushed, and laughed. + 

“ ’Tis not so very subtle after all!” + 

“But neat, I flatter myself,” said Roxhythe. + 

Christopher’s eyes widened. + 

“The plan was yours, sir?” His voice was incredulous. + 

“Whose else?” + 

“I thought⁠—His Majesty⁠—” + 

“Oh, lud, no! Now confess, Chris, you did not think I had it in me?” + 

“ ’Tis not the wit I marvel at,” said Christopher. “I think it was a brave thing to do.” + 

“But then you are not acquainted with His Majesty,” said Roxhythe. + 

There the matter ended, but it left a great impression on Christopher’s mind. It was from that moment that his everlasting love for Roxhythe had birth. + 

A week later they were aboard a sailing ship bound for Flushing. Nothing could have been more devoid of interest than their passage. + 

At Flushing they stayed at the Sceptre Inn, and Christopher, once recovered from his seasickness, resumed his effervescent joie de vivre and started to look about him. He had little or nothing to do, as Roxhythe hardly ever desired his company, so when he met Mr. Edward Milward he was pleased. + 

He stepped on his toe as he passed him in the coffee-room and apologized in excruciating Dutch. Whereupon Mr. Milward fell into his arms, metaphorically speaking, and called him friend. It appeared that Mr. Milward had not seen a fellow-countryman for months; naturally he was delighted to meet Christopher. They partook of sack together. + 

Mr. Milward was a great traveller. He was even now on his way to the Hague, where he intended to stay for an indefinite period. He had lately been in Italy. Altogether he had much to tell Christopher. In fact he was a remarkably pleasant companion and Christopher liked him. + 

Roxhythe returned next day from Middleburgh, where he had been visiting friends, to find his secretary full of his newfound acquaintance. + 

Christopher confided that Mr. Milward was a remarkably interesting man who had seen much, and who had much to say. + 

“Ask him to honour us at dinner,” suggested Roxhythe good-naturedly. + 

So it came about that Mr. Milward supped in my Lord Roxhythe’s private parlour and enjoyed himself exceedingly. + 

It seemed to Christopher that Roxhythe was not himself. He was, if possible, even more languid than usual, and once or twice he rested his head in his hand as though it ached intolerably. Taxed with it, he roused himself with an effort, denying that he was at all unwell. + 

“I do trust you have not caught some low fever, sir!” exclaimed Dart anxiously. + 

Roxhythe laughed the idea to scorn, but he excused himself at an early hour, leaving his secretary to entertain the guest. + 

“Lord Roxhythe hath the air of a sick man,” remarked Milward, and nodded wisely. + 

Christopher strove to conceal his anxiety. + 

“We had intended to ride to Bergen tomorrow,” he said. “But I fear my lord will not be well enough to sit the saddle.” + 

“To Bergen? Why, I was to have ridden there today but that my horse cast a shoe! I had decided to remain here some few days, but if you go tomorrow, why⁠—!” He left the sentence unfinished. + 

Christopher was polite, but not enthusiastic. + 

Later he visited Roxhythe, and found him in bed. He stood looking at him, full of concern, until my lord begged him to be seated. He could never bear an unrestful companion. + 

Christopher sat down on the edge of the bed. + 

“I doubt you’ll not sit the saddle tomorrow, sir,” he said gravely. + 

“Art a pessimist,” was the lazy response. “What of your friend Milward?” + 

“ ’Tis of him that I wish to speak.” Christopher wrinkled his brow in perplexity. “He⁠—he wants to ride with us tomorrow.” + 

The brown eyes opened. + 

“Does he so? Well⁠ ⁠… we shall not be lonely.” + 

“I did not know⁠—that is, I rather thought you would prefer to ride alone, sir.” + 

The eyes closed again. + 

“By all means let the man come. What of it?” + 

“Naught, sir. I only thought⁠—” + 

“Oh, ay, ay! God’s Body, but my head’s afire! Go you to bed, Christopher!” + 

Christopher rose reluctantly. + 

“There’s nothing I can do for you, sir?” + 

His fine white hand was across Roxhythe’s forehead, shading the upper part of his face, but Christopher saw his lips curve. + 

“Poor Chris! You shall not be called upon to play body-servant as well as secretary!” + 

“I would do aught I could for you, sir!” + 

The hand moved away. Christopher looked straight into my lord’s eyes. + 

“Then go to bed,” said that sleepy voice. “And Christopher!” + 

Christopher paused. He was drawing the curtains about the bed. + 

“Well?” he smiled. + 

“Don’t worry your head over me!” + 

Outside the room Dart met Roxhythe’s servant. + 

“I fear his lordship is a sick man, John,” he said. “And he will not own it.” + 

The man looked at him curiously for a moment. Then he grunted. + 

Rather to Christopher’s surprise he found Roxhythe already dressed next morning when he went to his room. My lord was in the act of fastening a diamond pin in his cravat when the tap fell on the door, and his glance as he met Christopher’s eyes in the mirror was one of pure amusement. + 

“You thought to find me abed, my friend,” he remarked. + 

“Yes,” admitted Christopher. “But I rejoice to find you up. You are better, sir?” + 

“I am well enough,” shrugged his lordship. He gave a final touch to his ribbons, and turned. “Well, to breakfast⁠—and the amiable Mr. Milward.” + 

“You had rather he did not ride with us?” asked Christopher quickly. + 

“On the contrary,” smiled Roxhythe. + 

Thus it came to pass that Mr. Milward joined the little cavalcade and did much to beguile the tedium of the journey with his sparkling conversation. He had a fair knowledge of the country and he spoke Dutch perfectly, so Roxhythe, whose Dutch was fluent enough but hopelessly marred by his English accent, allowed him to parley with the landlords of the inns at which they halted. + 

Christopher, whose first visit abroad this was, greatly enjoyed the ride. He drank in every fresh sight and sound with avidity; nothing escaped his notice; his eyes were on everything. Roxhythe regarded him thoughtfully. + 

Now and again Christopher glanced at his lordship with a worried eye. He saw how he flagged, how weary were his movements, but guessing that Roxhythe did not wish him to call attention to his indisposition, he held his peace. + 

For some time Roxhythe talked inanities to Mr. Milward. Christopher wished that he need not appear so foolish, and fretted. The lazy eyes never looked his way. + 

Presently Roxhythe spoke of his disgrace at Court. Mr. Milward’s tact was most praiseworthy. Roxhythe explained that he must needs absent himself from Whitehall till the storm should have blown over. He told Mr. Milward that he was desirous of pressing on to the Hague where he intended to visit all his old friends. Mr. Milward was all interest. Friends made, no doubt, during the period of his exile with the King? Roxhythe nodded pensively, and proceeded to expatiate on the subject. + 

Christopher saw the half-veiled scorn on Milward’s face and fumed inwardly. Roxhythe continued to talk. + 

And so at length they arrived at Bergen-op-Zoom. Roxhythe was worn out and he excused himself from appearing at the supper-table. + 

Milward and Christopher dined alone. Christopher thought that he detected a patronizing note in Mr. Milward’s voice when he spoke of Roxhythe. He decided that he no longer liked Mr. Milward. As soon as he could he left him and went upstairs to Roxhythe’s room. + 

My lord was seated before the fire, wrapped in a gorgeous dressing-gown. The remains of supper stood at his elbow. + 

“Sir, you cannot ride tomorrow,” said Christopher firmly. + 

The arched brows rose. + 

“So!” said Roxhythe politely. + 

“You may say what you will, sir, but I know you have the fever, and I will not let you ride until you are well.” + 

“Why, that is very entertaining⁠—Mr. Dart.” + 

Christopher reddened. + 

“You think me impertinent, sir, but⁠—” + 

“No. Overzealous, and⁠—importunate.” + 

“Nevertheless, sir, you do not travel tomorrow.” + 

My lord fingered his peruke, his eyes grown hard as steel. + 

“I see you will have it, Mr. Dart. You force me to remind you that you are here to obey without question.” + 

Christopher had much ado to choke back his anger. + 

“But, sir, I cannot see that our hurry is so⁠—” + 

“I think there is no need to pursue the subject,” said Roxhythe. + 

Christopher drew himself up. + 

“You are right, Lord Roxhythe; there is no need. You will not find me oversolicitous again.” + 

“It is outside your part,” agreed Roxhythe. He leant back in his chair, closing his eyes. + 

Christopher seethed inwardly. + 

“Then, if you have no commands for me, sir, I’ll retire.” Nothing could have been colder than that hurt young voice. My lord said nothing. + 

Christopher was very youthful; it was all he could do to refrain from slamming the door as he went out. He was furious that Roxhythe should treat him thus. He told himself that he had been right when he dubbed his lordship insufferable; not easily would he be won over again. + 

Relations were strained between them next morning. Christopher treated Roxhythe with punctilious politeness, and addressed all his conversation to Milward. Surreptitiously he watched my lord, and more than once he wondered whether he would last the journey. Roxhythe rode in silence, looking straight between his horse’s ears. They halted very few times upon the way, and dismounted not at all, so Christopher was not surprised when, at Gertruydenberg, which was their destination, Roxhythe, having dismounted, reeled, and would have fallen but for his prompt assistance. He helped him into the inn and gave him into John’s care. When he had arranged for the stabling of the horses, and changed his boots, he visited my lord in bed and spoke with ill-concealed triumph. + 

“Do you wish me to fetch an apothecary, sir, or shall you ride tomorrow?” + 

“Neither,” said Roxhythe, his handkerchief to his mouth. “You’ll⁠—make my⁠—apologies to the⁠—amiable Mr. Milward⁠—and say that I shall⁠—hope to meet him⁠—at the Poisson d’Or Inn at the Hague. Odd rot! my head is like to split!” + 

“I am grieved, sir,” said Christopher primly. + 

Milward awaited him downstairs. + 

“My lord is worse?” + 

Christopher shook his head. + 

“He’ll not ride tomorrow, nor yet the next day. He is a sick man.” + 

“Oh!” said Milward uncertainly. His eyes searched Christopher’s face. + 

“He bids me tell you that he is sorry to break up our party, but he hopes to see you at the Poisson d’Or at the Hague.” + 

“Oh!” said Milward again. “I hope so too.” + 

So Mr. Milward departed next day in solitary state, very loth to leave his travelling companions, but looking forward to seeing them at the Hague. + 

Watching him ride away, Christopher felt suddenly very lonely. He wished that he had not fallen out with Roxhythe. He walked slowly back into the house. + 

As he passed through the crowded coffee-room, he paused to survey the occupants. For the most part they were dull-looking burghers, and did not interest him, but in one corner, by the window, sat two men who attracted his attention. They were playing dominoes, and at first, Christopher watched out of idle curiosity. Then he studied the men’s faces. It struck him that the one nearest the window was vaguely familiar. He racked his brains in the effort to remember where he had seen him before, but with no success. He concluded that he must be mistaken when the man called an order to the landlord in excellent Dutch. + 

He went upstairs, feeling very depressed. + 

Instead of finding Roxhythe in bed as he had expected, he found him in his dressing-gown, writing. He stared in amazement, for Roxhythe had no longer the air of a sick man. His person had lost its languor, his eyes their sleepiness. Roxhythe raised them as he entered, and the boy was startled by their unaccustomed keenness. + 

“John!” Roxhythe addressed his servant curtly. + 

The man came forward, holding one of his master’s perukes in his hand. Roxhythe’s head was bent over his work. + 

“I wish to be private with Mr. Dart.” + 

Christopher watched John go out, marvelling at this change in Roxhythe. + 

As the door closed, my lord glanced up quickly. + 

“Sit down, Christopher.” + 

So he was restored to favour? Christopher drew up a chair, reflecting that if anyone had the right to be magnanimous over the late contretemps it was himself. However, he was growing accustomed to the ways of Roxhythe, and he was not so indignant as he would once have been. + 

For a few moments Roxhythe’s hand continued to travel to and fro across the parchment, but he was only a short while finishing. He pushed the paper away, and leaned back in his seat. + 

“Poor Chris! I owe you an explanation, eh?” The tone was so winning that the remaining shreds of Christopher’s rancour fled. + 

“I do confess, sir⁠—I am at a loss.” + 

“Of course you are. Has Milward departed?” + 

“Ay, sir. I sped him on his way just before I came to you.” + 

“And you gave him my message?” + 

“Yes, sir.” + 

“And you showed him your concern for my health?” + 

“I thought it best to counterfeit unconcern, sir.” + 

Roxhythe’s eyelids drooped suddenly. His mouth twitched. + 

“Very good, Chris. What of the other guests?” + 

Christopher looked up, bewildered. + 

“What of them, sir?” + 

“Describe them.” + 

Understanding dawned on the boy. He described the people he had seen in the coffee-room very readily. Then he remembered the man by the window, playing dominoes. He paused, cudgelling his brains anew. Roxhythe sat still watching him. + 

Suddenly Christopher started up. + 

“Odd’s body! Of course I know!” + 

“Well?” Roxhythe had fallen back into his old drawl. + 

“At Ashley’s that day! Outside with the horse!” + 

“My dear Chris!” expostulated Roxhythe. + 

Christopher sat down again, laughing a little. + 

“I had forgotten you did not know! It was the day I⁠—you engaged me. I had been to see Lord Ashley, and as I came out I met Mr. Hyde in the hall. I thought nothing of it at the time but I remarked his servant, outside. He was holding Mr. Hyde’s horse and ’tis he downstairs!” + 

“You infer⁠—” + 

“Why, sir, Mr. Hyde is the Duke of York’s brother-in-law! The man is a spy!” + 

Roxhythe nodded casually. + 

“Is he of medium height with a bulbous nose and light eyebrows?” + 

“Well, yes!” admitted Christopher, smiling. + 

“Ah! I wondered.” + 

“When have you seen him, sir?” + 

“At Flushing the other day.” + 

Christopher stared at him, open-mouthed. + 

“Yet I did not!” + 

“No? But you were not on the lookout.” + 

“I⁠—I hardly thought that you were!” Christopher blurted out. + 

“I am old in intrigue, my child,” said Roxhythe. “So he is a creature of Hyde’s? Well. Milward, then, is probably in French pay.” + 

“Milward!” Up started Christopher again. “I⁠—never⁠—thought⁠—of⁠—that! Why⁠—why what a dolt I am! Of course Milward is a spy! Why did you not tell me, sir? Warn me?” + 

“You would have been less useful,” explained Roxhythe. + 

“But I might have let fall anything! Had you told me I had been on my guard.” + 

“Precisely,” nodded his lordship. “And you are young in intrigue.” + 

“Oh!” said Christopher rather blankly. He thought for a moment. “Did you but feign sickness, sir?” + 

“To shake him off; ay.” + 

“Then why did you not remain at Bergen yesterday? Why come here? He would not have suspected, for indeed you had the look of a sick man.” + 

“Because I had laid my plans otherwise⁠—which plans you, my young hothead, did your utmost to o’erset.” + 

The ready colour rose to Christopher’s cheeks. + 

“I am sorry, sir. But I did not know. Is it possible that you foresaw all this?” + 

“It was so obvious,” sighed his lordship. + 

“Was it, sir?” asked Christopher admiringly. “And what now? Or⁠—or am I to be kept in the dark?” He spoke deferentially. + 

“No, I am going to expound.” My lord lifted up a quill, and surveyed it idly. “Tomorrow I keep my room; on Wednesday we travel by coach to Rotterdam. I am afraid I shall be ill again, Chris. You will be suitably perturbed, and you will fetch a certain Mynheer de Staal, an apothecary, and a friend of mine. He will give it out that I am suffering from a low fever and must not be disturbed. I shall make my escape by way of the window at night and proceed to de Staal’s house where I shall wait till morning. Then I shall ride to the Hague, leaving you and John to trick the spy into thinking me abed. De Staal will come every day; I can trust him. At the Hague, I shall stay at the Three Fishers, and, with the aid of your brother, gain access to the Prince, when I shall lay His Majesty’s proposition before him. That done, and the Prince his answer given, I return to Rotterdam, and recover from the fever. For the rest it is easy. We proceed to the Hague; we meet our friend Milward. Presently, behold! His Majesty has forgiven me! We return to London. I think the amiable Mr. Milward will be perplexed.” + 

Christopher’s eyes glowed. + 

“It is a marvellously well thought-out scheme, sir. But I am afraid.” + 

“On what score?” + 

“You may be discovered. The French spies may have orders to prevent your gaining access to the Prince at any cost.” + 

Roxhythe’s lips curved haughtily. + 

“They dare not.” + 

“Dare not?” + 

“I am Roxhythe.” + 

“Then you think they would not murder you?” + 

“I know it. They dare not touch me. They are not certain on any point concerning this expedition. They suspect, but they cannot molest me on their suspicions. Had it been a lesser man, they might have dared. But I⁠—I am Roxhythe.” + 

“I see,” said Christopher, abashed. + 

V + 

Mynheer de Staal + 

During the coach journey to Rotterdam, Christopher suffered from suppressed excitement, much to Roxhythe’s amusement. + 

As soon as they arrived at the inn Roxhythe retired to his room, leaving Christopher to explain to mine host that his lordship was most unwell and must be kept very quiet. At first the landlord was not desirous of having a sick man in his house, but when it was clearly borne in upon him that Roxhythe was an English milor’ and would pay lavishly, his objections faded. + 

Christopher repaired to Roxhythe’s room, and found him in the act of writing to de Staal. + 

My lord refused his proffered services, and finished the letter with a flourish. + 

“Tell the landlord to have it conveyed to 19, Prinsen Straat, Chris.” + 

“I will take it, sir.” + 

“My dear boy, do as I bid you.” + 

“Yes, sir,” said Christopher, chastened, and bore it off. + 

“Has M. the Spy arrived?” asked Roxhythe on his return. + 

“Not yet, sir.” Christopher shook his head. “I can see him nowhere.” + 

“I should be sorry if de Staal arrived before him,” remarked my lord. + 

Presently Christopher went downstairs again, on some pretext or other, and took a casual survey of the coffee-room. The spy was not there, but as Christopher turned to go, horses’ hoofs sounded on the cobblestones without. Feeling that he was very deep in intrigue, Christopher affected to take no notice and strolled towards the stairs. + 

“Party o’ three,” rumbled the landlord, coming out of an inner room. “Plague take them, we’re nearly full already.” + 

He waddled away to the door and set it wide. Through it Christopher caught a glimpse of the new arrivals. Two of them had their backs to him, the third came forward to speak with mine host. He was plainly dressed and eminently respectable. Christopher did not know him at all. Then one of the other men turned, and he saw that it was the spy. He went upstairs with forced calmness, but his heart was bounding within him, and his eyes, when he burst in upon Roxhythe, sparkled and glowed with excitement. + 

“Fiend seize you, Christopher! What now?” protested Roxhythe, opening one heavy eyelid. + 

“He hath arrived!” + 

The other eye opened with an effort. + 

“Hath he indeed?” mocked Roxhythe. “What shall we do?” + 

“Nay!” blushed Christopher. “But you must admit that ’tis monstrous exciting, sir!” + 

My lord yawned and prepared to go asleep again. + 

“ ’Tis all a damned plaguey nuisance,” he murmured. “And I would I were at home.” + 

“So do not I,” retorted Christopher. “I swear I am enjoying myself as I have never done before. I marvel that you can go to sleep in this fashion!” + 

“I cannot with so much chatter in my ear,” complained his lordship. He opened his eyes to watch Christopher laugh. He always averred that to see Chris laugh afforded him much pleasure. + 

“Well, may I go out, sir?” asked Dart impatiently. + 

“By all means. You’ll find Rotterdam dull and unprofitable, but don’t let that dissuade you.” + 

“I’m not so blind that I cannot see from the window what a quaint place it is,” answered Christopher. He walked to the door. “I wish you might come with me, sir.” + 

“Go away!” begged Roxhythe. + 

Christopher found Rotterdam a prosperous town. He walked about its streets for some time, and in the course of his peregrinations, met a fat tradesman with whom he had speech. He wanted to hear the tradesman’s views on State Affairs, and what his feelings were towards the Prince of Orange. It seemed that the man was a butcher. He gave Christopher a long account of the price of meat. He deplored the fact that three of his bullocks, all very fine and in their prime, had lately sickened and died of a mysterious disease. He had dark suspicions that this was the work of a certain enemy of his who lived at the other end of the town and boasted that his custom was far greater than Mynheer Dagvelt’s. Christopher, only half comprehending, tried in broken Dutch to bring the conversation round to the Prince. Mynheer Dagvelt told him that his neighbour had had a spite against him from the day that two of his customers left him to deal with the far superior Dagvelt. Disgruntled, Christopher passed on his way. + 

He returned to the Flaming Sun shortly after sundown. Roxhythe had shaken off some of his sleepiness and was studying a map of Holland. He had changed his clothes and his nails had been carefully polished. He looked up as Christopher entered, and smiled. + 

“Well, what of the town?” + 

Christopher did not tell him of his encounter with Mynheer Dagvelt. + 

John put his head in at the door with the news that Mynheer de Staal was below. Roxhythe nodded. + 

“At once, John.” + 

Christopher rose to depart. + 

“Don’t go, Chris,” said my lord languidly. “You’ll like de Staal.” + 

The door opened again in a minute, and a small, white-haired gentleman came hesitatingly into the room, hat in hand. + 

Christopher was between him and Roxhythe, obscuring the latter. A pair of gentle blue eyes looked up into his face, and the finely cut lips smiled doubtfully. + 

“Milor’⁠—Roxhyt’e?” said de Staal. + 

Roxhythe had pulled himself out of his chair, and now he came forward, hands outstretched. + 

“De Staal!” + 

“Milor’!” The sweet voice trembled. Before Roxhythe could prevent him, de Staal had carried both hands to his lips. “Milor’! Ah, milor’⁠ ⁠… ! To see you again after all these years!” He spoke in Dutch. + 

“And you, de Staal! You are well?” Roxhythe’s English accent had disappeared. + 

“I grow old,” answered the other. “Yes, I am well. The sight of you would refresh a dying man, milor’.” + 

Roxhythe led him to a chair. + 

“You missed us, de Staal? Well, we’ve missed you, and all the old friends. Sometimes we pine for the sight of the old haunts⁠—my little master and I.” + 

“Ah, the Prince! He is well? He is happy in his England?” + 

“Yes, he’s happy, de Staal.” + 

“And you?” + 

“Oh, I! But of course!” + 

De Staal regarded him wistfully. + 

“We heard how great you are in England, milor’; how powerful; what a courtier. Eh, eh! And it likes you, that life?” + 

“It likes me very well, de Staal. I am as my master⁠—I’ve no mind to set out on my travels again.” + 

De Staal nodded slowly. His eyes never left Roxhythe’s face. + 

“You find me changed?” asked my lord. + 

“A little,” admitted de Staal. “There are lines where there were not, and your eyes have grown not so bright.” + 

“That is age,” smiled Roxhythe. + 

“It is the soft living,” replied de Staal. “I do not see the soldier, milor’.” + 

My lord gave a strange little sigh. + 

“He hath gone long since, my friend.” He sighed again. + 

“You almost make me wish I was a wanderer once more.” His smile was rather crooked. “You were surprised to get my letter?” + 

“I could not believe mine eyes! The sight of ‘Roxhyt’e’ across the page stunned me. I came as soon as I could leave the house. You want my help?” + 

“You guessed that?” + 

“You would not else have sent for me, milor’.” + 

Christopher cleared his throat. De Staal was a pathetic figure, and these calm words, spoken entirely without bitterness, made his eyelids smart suddenly. + 

Roxhythe did not expostulate. + 

“I am here on the King’s business, de Staal; business of a very private nature, and I am spied upon.” + 

“You have been spied upon before,” smiled de Staal. They both laughed. + 

“Ay, but this is more serious.” + 

“Your life is in danger?” + 

“Not a whit. But I must shake off the importunate gentleman. He is downstairs now, thinking me in bed with a low fever. I must ride to the Hague no later than tomorrow night and I do not desire the company of my friend.” + 

“Ah! You kill him?” + 

Roxhythe bit his lip. + 

“There are three of them or I might be tempted. No, I leave him here. De Staal, I want you to give it out downstairs that I am indeed ill⁠—remember you have never seen me before⁠—and that I must not be disturbed. Only Chris here, and my servant are to be allowed into my room, and you will come every day until I return from the Hague. That I hope to do in three or four days’ time. Will you do it?” + 

“Milor’!” De Staal looked his reproach. “You ask me will I do it?” + 

“You will. Another thing. I want you to procure me a horse, and to stall it for me until I come to fetch it. You’ll do that too?” + 

“Assuredly. So you escape by night, hein?” + 

“By way of the window. With your permission I’ll spend the rest of the night with you.” + 

De Staal nodded. + 

“I wish I were coming!” said Christopher suddenly. + 

Roxhythe shook his head. + 

“You would greatly complicate matters, my dear Chris.” + 

De Staal looked enquiringly from one to the other. Roxhythe translated. + 

“Aha! De adventure appeal to you, hein?” + 

“I should like to be there, to help Lord Roxhythe.” + 

De Staal smiled approvingly. + 

“You should take heem, milor’.” + 

“Sacré nom! I think not.” + 

“If only you would, sir!” Christopher looked appealingly across at him. + 

“De Staal, why must you put such ideas into the child’s head? No, Chris, it’s impossible.” + 

“I am not a child.” + 

“I crave your pardon. An I thought you one, I should not leave you to dupe Mynheer Spy during my absence.” + 

Christopher was not appeased. + 

“It is so little to do, sir!” + 

“Chris, this is your first intrigue, and you expect to play the leading part! I have given you an all too difficult task as it is. Be assured that it is of great importance.” + 

Christopher was silent. He escorted de Staal part of the way home, and again he broached the subject. + 

“I would I might prevail upon my lord to take me with him, mynheer.” + 

“He tell me you are of grit use to heem here,” replied the Dutchman. + 

“Did he? I was afraid⁠—I mean I do so little⁠—I did not think I was of any use.” + 

“But yes. He t’ink a grit deal of you, Mynheer Dart.” + 

“Oh, is that true?” + 

De Staal cast him a shrewd glance. + 

“I should not say it eef eet were not. He tell me you are a ver’ prince of secretaries. Eet ees not often t’at milor’ t’ink a grit deal of a man.⁠ ⁠… You like heem, yes?” + 

“Yes,” said Christopher. “But I do not understand him.” + 

“No one understands heem,” answered de Staal placidly. “He ees what you English call⁠—enigma. He ees a ver’ grit man. He throw a spell over you, hein? He make you do what he say?” + 

“He has great fascination,” admitted Christopher. + 

“He make all men love heem eef he like. Only he not like ver’ often.” + 

“No. He is sometimes very⁠—very⁠—” + 

“He make you angry, hein?” + 

“Yes, very.” + 

“I know. Eet ees hees way. You must always do what he say, nevair⁠—what you call eet?⁠—dispute with heem.” + 

“I am learning that!” grimaced Christopher. + 

“T’at ees well. You will love heem ver’ mooch one day, only, I warn you, do not love heem too mooch, for he ees Roxhyt’e, and he not care for any one save heemself and hees Prince.” + 

“Oh,” protested Christopher. + 

“You not belief me. You t’ink heem onselfish, and ver’ good. Well, I warn you, eet ees not so. You remember t’at always and you not get hurt.” + 

“But, mynheer, why should I get hurt?” + 

“Eef you love a man ver’ deeply, t’at man he have de power to hurt you ver’ mooch. Me, I love heem ver’ gritly, but I know t’at he ees⁠—Roxhyt’e. One day perhaps he hurt you ver’ mooch eef you not take care. So I warn you.” + 

“Thank you very much, mynheer. But⁠—oh, I feel sure that he is not like that!” + 

“You will see. You not belief me now, but one day you will remember what I say tonight, hein?” + 

“I hope not,” said Christopher gravely. + 

On his way back to the Flaming Sun, he decided that de Staal was very charming, but very morbid. He gave not another thought to the evening’s conversation. + 

De Staal visited my lord just before noon next day and Christopher saw him off the premises. For the benefit of all who might chance to be within earshot, de Staal gave him minute instructions concerning his “patient’s” treatment. Christopher hoped that the spy was near at hand. + 

He could hardly possess his soul in patience during the rest of the day, and Roxhythe’s placidity was a source of wonderment to him. + 

“One would think you were trying to get out of the way,” my lord twitted him. “I only hope you will not run your head into a noose while I am gone, in your lust for adventure. Sit down and write to your brother.” + 

“Why?” asked Christopher. + 

“How argumentative you are! Tell him that you are coming to the Hague, with a certain Mr. Curtis, and have rooms at the Three Fishers. Tell him to visit you at six in the evening tomorrow. And tell him to ask for Curtis. Say naught that spies might not read with impunity.” + 

Christopher looked up. + 

“Oh, Roderick is not suspect, sir! He was engaged by De Witt himself.” + 

“Yet he is the Prince, his man?” + 

“He is now.” + 

“Ah!” said Roxhythe. + 

Christopher scratched away at the parchment. + 

“Seal and address it,” ordered Roxhythe. + 

Christopher obeyed, and handed it over to him. + 

“There’s naught else, sir?” + 

“I think not. You know all that you have to do. Keep Mynheer Spy content, and listen every night for the hoot of an owl, twice repeated.” + 

“I do trust you will come to no harm, sir,” said Christopher anxiously. + 

“You had best wish success to my mission,” was the gloomy response. “God knows, it needs it,” he added beneath his breath. + 

At half-past ten he was ready to start. A voluminous cloak concealed his rich riding dress, and heavy top boots were on his feet. He thrust his gloves into his belt and donned his beaver. + 

“So it is fare ye well, Chris! You took that package to de Staal?” + 

“For your journey? Yes, sir.” + 

Roxhythe opened the window softly, and looked out. It was very dark. + 

“None too vigilant a spy,” he remarked. “Did you say he was playing at picquet?” + 

“Five minutes ago he was. But you had best hasten.” + 

“Oh, I am going, I am going! Lud, how anxious you are to be rid of me!” He held out his hand. “Goodbye, Chris; have a care to yourself, and remember that John may be trusted implicitly.” + 

“Yes, sir. And, oh! pray, be careful.” + 

“There’s naught to fear on my account.” He looked at Christopher for a moment. “I could not have accomplished this without you, child.” + 

The two hands gripped. Then Roxhythe swung one leg over the sill. + 

“Quickly, Chris! The rope.” + 

Two minutes later he was on the ground outside, and blackness had enveloped him. + 

Christopher shut the window. He felt strangely forlorn and alone. + 

Downstairs the spy continued to play picquet. + 

VI + 

Roderick Dart + 

Roxhythe clattered through the streets of Delft until he came to a likely inn. There he drew rein, and there he lunched. In spite of his air of leisure he was well on his way again within the hour. By three in the afternoon he was at the Hague. + 

The Three Fishers was an insignificant little inn on the outskirts of the town, not frequented by the quality, so Roxhythe’s lack of baggage excited no suspicion. A slight sensation was caused by my lord’s request for a private parlour, but when he explained that he was to have a friend to dine with him whom he had not seen for years, it died down. The landlord was impressed when he learnt that the friend was of the Prince’s household and he readily undertook to have Christopher’s note delivered to Mr. Dart. + 

Roxhythe was prepared to be very much on his guard with Roderick. Christopher had told him that he had been specially engaged by De Witt, but had since become a devoted adherent to William. Roxhythe was a cynic; he had lifted his eyebrows at that. Christopher had assured him that his brother might be trusted with Ashley’s packet; Roxhythe preferred to take no risks. He fully expected to find Mr. Dart an informer, feigning love for the young Prince as a means whereby to worm himself into whatever Orangist plot might be afoot. Roxhythe knew that William was very closely guarded; he also knew that De Witt chose his attendants carefully, and paid them well. He mistrusted Mr. Dart. + 

Without Roderick’s aid he could not hope to gain entrance to the palace, yet with his aid he might easily walk into some trap. He cast a loving glance at his pistols. + 

Punctually at seven Mr. Dart was announced. My lord rose at his entry, scanning him closely from beneath drooping lids. + 

The door closed behind Roderick. He took a quick step into the room, looking all round. Then he stared at Roxhythe and his lips tightened. + 

He was not very like his brother, except for his eyes which were grey, and as honest as Christopher’s. His mouth was thin and straight; his expression cold and watchful. He was dressed in a plain dark suit, wearing none of the furbelows that were in fashion. His whole appearance was severe. + 

“Have I the honour of addressing⁠—Mr. Curtis?” His voice was crisp. + 

“The name will serve,” answered his lordship. “You are Mr. Dart, I think?” + 

Roderick bowed. + 

“I am come at my brother’s request, sir, but I do not see him.” + 

Roxhythe ignored the hostility of his tone. + 

“Christopher is at Rotterdam, Mr. Dart. ’Tis I who requested your company.” + 

Roderick’s hand went to his belt. + 

“Oh, no!” drawled my lord. “It is no shooting matter. Pray, will you not be seated? Dinner will be served in a moment.” + 

Roderick swung his cloak from his shoulders and laid down his hat. + 

“I thank you. I take it you have not desired my company for the mere pleasure of seeing me. You are come on business, my Lord Roxhythe?” + 

My lord opened his eyes admiringly. + 

“I felicitate you,” he said. + 

Roderick’s lip curled scornfully. + 

“On my perspicacity, sir?” + 

“On your power of recognition, Mr. Dart.” + 

Roderick brushed that aside. + 

“I have seen you many times, my lord.” The words bit. + 

“… One would almost have inferred that I did not find favour in his august eyes,” afterwards remarked Roxhythe. + 

“I am delighted,” sighed his lordship. “It greatly facilitates matters. Did you know that Christopher is my secretary?” + 

“I did not. Since when is this, sir?” + 

“Nigh on a month ago, I suppose. He is not very like you.” + 

“Christopher is easily led⁠—easily influenced!” said Roderick. + 

Roxhythe conceived that the news of his brother’s latest venture did not meet with Roderick’s approval. + 

“Just so,” he agreed. “A most useful boy.” + 

At this moment the one maid that the inn boasted entered the room with a tray. When she had gone: + 

“I must apologise for such poor hospitality,” said Roxhythe. “It is the best the inn can afford.” + 

Roderick seated himself at the table. He unbent slightly. + 

Until the maid had finally withdrawn, leaving the men to their wine, they spoke of Christopher, the atrocious condition of the roads, or London gossip. It was then that Roxhythe inwardly dubbed Roderick a straitlaced Puritan. His disapproval of his host was very apparent, as was his disapproval of King Charles and his Court. Roxhythe was consumed with amusement. + 

“I suppose you have moderately good entertainment at the Palace, Mr. Dart?” he asked indolently. “But no doubt you miss the London life.” + 

“No,” said Roderick. “Whitehall and its customs do not appeal to me. We of the Prince’s household live very quietly. We observe Whitehall and the Louvre from afar, and we do not desire to emulate them.” + 

“Dear me!” said Roxhythe. “The Prince, then, has no taste for Court life?” + 

“None whatsoever.” + 

“Heaven forfend I find not a psalm-singing Quaker for Prince!” thought Roxhythe. Aloud he said: “Why, you surprise me, sir! I had thought so young a boy⁠—and a Stuart⁠—had had some taste for gaiety. Well, well!” + 

“His Highness, sir, looks with disgust on the ways of his uncle’s Court,” said Roderick deliberately. + 

“Good luck to my mission!” thought Roxhythe. + 

“He cannot see that King Charles has any man about him⁠—with one or two exceptions⁠—” he bowed, “⁠—whom he can trust.” + 

Roxhythe stared at him over the rim of his wineglass. + 

“Is His Highness then surrounded by men whom he can trust?” + 

“The Prince his servants are faithful unto death,” was the proud answer. + 

“His Highness is singularly fortunate,” said Roxhythe drily. + 

Roderick pushed his chair back from the table. + 

“Have we dilly-dallied long enough, sir? You have business with my master?” + 

For a moment Roxhythe did not answer. Then he spoke slowly, his eyes on Dart’s. + 

“Why, I do not know, sir. It depends.” + 

“On what?” + 

“On who your master is,” said my lord. + 

Roderick looked puzzled. He flushed angrily as Roxhythe’s meaning dawned on him, and half rose in his chair. + 

“Do you insult me, my lord?” + 

“By no means,” replied that imperturbable voice. “I was told that De Witt chose you to be one of the Prince his gentlemen. You speak of yourself as the Prince his faithful servant. What am I to understand?” + 

“I am the Prince his servant.” + 

“Yet you are not suspect by De Witt?” + 

“No.” + 

“You are lucky,” smiled his lordship. + 

“There is no reason why I should give you an explanation, sir, but you may know that I was engaged not as an informer, but as one not likely to be won over by His Highness. So Mynheer De Witt said.” + 

“I take it Mynheer De Witt was wrong?” + 

“Ay. You do not know His Highness or you might understand.” + 

Roxhythe bowed. + 

“I am looking forward to making the acquaintance of this Prince.” + 

“You are a messenger?” Roderick surveyed him critically. “An envoy from King Charles?” + 

“I have that honour.” + 

“You want me to bear a packet to His Highness?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. “I want you to help me to gain access to the Prince.” + 

Roderick gasped at his audacity. + 

“Impossible!” + 

“A word I do not know,” drawled his lordship. + 

“The Prince will not receive you!” + 

“I think he will.” + 

“He will require proof of your identity!” + 

“He shall have it,” Roxhythe drew a heavy signet ring from his finger, and laid it before his guest. + 

Roderick stared down at the magic initials: C. R. There was no mistaking the ring. For a minute he sat thinking. Roxhythe polished his thumbnail. + 

“I may take this to His Highness?” asked Roderick, at last. + 

“You may.” + 

“And there is no packet to be conveyed?” + 

“None that I cannot convey myself.” + 

“I think His Highness will require you to send it!” flashed Roderick. + 

“Alas! My orders are to deliver it into his hands myself.” + 

“In that case there is no more to be said. You seem to think it is an easy matter to gain access to the Prince. Pray have you thought how you will do it?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe. “I never worry myself unnecessarily.” + 

“Unnecessarily!” + 

“You see, I leave it to you,” said my lord sweetly. + 

“Indeed! Remember, I hold out no hope.” + 

“I am dismayed,” said Roxhythe placidly. + 

VII + 

William of Orange + 

Roxhythe had scarcely finished his breakfast next morning when once again Mr. Dart was announced. + 

Roderick was colder than ever. He returned King Charles’ ring to my lord. + 

“His Highness commands me to say that he will receive you this evening, sir.” + 

“Yes?” said Roxhythe. He drew forward a chair. “Can I offer you breakfast?” + 

“Thank you, I breakfasted two hours since,” said Roderick. + 

“Then you must be very hungry,” sympathised my lord. “Allow me to cut you some of this quite excellent bacon!” + 

“Thank you, no.” + 

Roxhythe sighed. + 

“You must know, sir, that His Highness has been suffering from a slight indisposition these last few days which has compelled him to keep his room.” + 

“I did not know.” Roxhythe was gravely concerned. “I am grieved to hear it.” + 

“You misunderstand me, sir. The Prince had intended to leave his room today, but since you are to have audience with him he deems it more prudent to allow De Witt’s spies to think him still unwell. If you will come to the Palace tonight at eight and ask for me, you will be taken to my rooms which are at some distance from the Prince’s. You understand that I am not suspect, so my guests may come unchallenged. I have already spoken of you to the Governor, Mynheer Van Ghent, and he is satisfied. You may trust me to smuggle you to the Prince his apartments.” + 

“Very neat,” approved Roxhythe. “Be assured that I shall be punctual.” + 

“If you please,” bowed Roderick, and took his leave. + 

“If the Prince his manners are like those of his servants, I am like to enjoy myself,” reflected Roxhythe. “Odd’s blood, but the young cockerel might be equerry to His Most Christian Majesty from the airs that he affects.⁠ ⁠… A damned Puritan lot,” he added gloomily. + 

In spite of this nonchalance, Roxhythe was curious to see Prince William. He had always heard that he was a youth of parts, and he thought now that he must be a youth of very forceful parts if all he had gathered from Roderick’s conversation were true. + 

At eight o’clock he presented himself at the Palace. He was conducted through the great hall, up the stairs, and along a corridor to a small, sparsely-furnished room. + 

Roderick rose and came forward, hands outstretched. + 

“Ah, Curtis! So you have come!” In Dutch he addressed the servant. “Bring glasses, Hans.” + 

The man withdrew. + 

“I must ask you to await his return,” said Roderick stiffly. + 

Roxhythe was shaken with silent laughter. Mr. Dart’s cordiality had dropped from him so suddenly. + 

Roderick eyed him with cold hostility. + 

“I think, too, that you had best retain your hat, sir, or stand with your back to the door.” + 

My lord bent over the fire, warming his hands. + 

“I trust your face has not been too closely observed,” continued Roderick. + 

Roxhythe always complained that Mr. Dart thought him a fool. + 

The servant reappeared. He set glasses on the table, drew corks, and retired. + 

“I do not wish to be disturbed, Hans,” warned Roderick. + 

“No, Mynheer.” The door closed softly. + 

Roxhythe picked up his hat and gloves. Roderick nodded. + 

“If you will follow me, please.” + 

The mocking light had gone out of my lord’s eyes. Roderick looked into the barrel of a small, gold-mounted pistol. + 

“I deplore the seeming churlishness of my behaviour,” said Roxhythe, “but if there should be foul play, Mr. Dart, you will suffer for it.” + 

Roderick was scornful. + 

“You may put that plaything away, my lord. There will be no treachery.” + 

“You relieve me,” said his lordship, still holding the pistol. “Lead on!” + 

Roderick shrugged. He went to a door at the opposite end of the room. “This way, sir.” + 

They passed into a narrow corridor, faintly lighted by an oil-lamp at one end. Roderick led the way along it, and up the flight of winding stairs that branched off from it. They came out on to a broad landing which was dark except for the light streaming from an open door. Someone came out of that door, and turned to look at them. + 

Roderick seemed not to see. He spoke crossly to Roxhythe in Dutch. + 

“You should not have left it until this late hour, Franz. If His Highness is asleep I cannot get the gloves for you, and I think it probable that he is asleep. He will be most displeased when he finds them still unmended.⁠ ⁠… Good evening, Van Druyslet!” + 

A good-natured voice laughed: + 

“Those gloves again, Dart!” + 

“There has been enough bother about them already,” said Dart, walking on. + 

“Ay. Good night.” + 

They went on down another passage, better-lighted, and not so narrow. A man was standing by a low couch outside one of the doors that flanked the corridor. Roxhythe took a firm hold on his pistol. + 

The man came forward, eyeing Roxhythe curiously. He addressed himself to Dart. + 

“In the Prince his study, Roderick.” He spoke in English. + 

“Thank you, Heenvliet. The Governor has visited His Highness?” + 

“Half an hour ago. His Highness feigned the migraine. It is quite safe, but in case of accidents I will cough outside the door, and you, my lord,” he turned to Roxhythe, “will secrete yourself in the cupboard by the fireplace.” + 

Roxhythe bowed. Roderick opened the door, and they entered a large, well-lighted room. It was empty, and, like the rest of the Palace, richly, but severely furnished. + 

Roderick held out his hand. + 

“That pistol, if you please, my lord.” + 

Roxhythe handed it over, smiling. + 

“Did you think I meant to assassinate the Prince?” + 

“I take no risks, sir,” said Roderick quietly. He went to where a heavy curtain hung, and pulled it back. “His Highness will be with you almost at once.” He disappeared. + 

My lord was again shaken with laughter. + 

“Oddsfish! ’tis as good as Etheridge his best!” he told himself. “The little princeling!⁠ ⁠… But he would appear to have good servants,” he added, thinking of the man on the passage. + 

The Palace was very silent. A cinder falling on to the hearth caused his lordship to start as at an explosion. The candles were burning steadily; not even the wind moaned. + 

“A damned gloomy place,” said Roxhythe. He drew a bulky package from his breast, and laid it on the carven table. + 

There was not a sound anywhere; no movement, no sign of life; everything was eerily silent. Roxhythe shivered. + 

“William of Orange has my sympathy,” he murmured. + 

The heavy curtains swung noiselessly back. A slight youth, with great eyes burning in an unnaturally pale face, came quickly into the room. Dart followed him, and the curtain fell back into place. + 

The boy was dressed as plainly as Dart. Light curls fell to his shoulders and framed his hawk-face. His eyes were hazel, cold and keen, the nose aquiline; the mouth thin. He gave Roxhythe the impression of one much repressed, and old beyond his eighteen years. + 

My lord swept a low, court bow. + 

“Your Highness!” + 

William spoke haltingly. His voice, even then, had a harsh timbre. + 

“Mi⁠—lor’⁠—Roxhyt’e?” + 

My lord bowed again. + 

“I have to thank Your Highness for receiving me at this hour. I am very sensible of the honour you do me.” + 

William inclined his head gravely. He spoke over his shoulder to Dart. + 

“Rodrigue, you may leave me.” + 

Roderick frowned quickly. + 

“Will Your Highness not permit me to remain?” + 

“It is not necessary. Heenvliet will show Milor’ Roxhyt’e back to your room. I wish you to go.” + 

“Very well, Sir.” Roderick went out. + 

William brought his eyes back to Roxhythe. He continued to speak Dutch. + 

“Well, milor’? You bring me a message from my uncle?” + 

“Yes, Highness. I have a proposition to lay before you on behalf of His Majesty,” said Roxhythe, also in Dutch. + 

“It is here?” William stepped to the table where lay Ashley’s packet. His hand closed over it. + 

“That contains the proposition, Sir, as writ by Lord Ashley.” + 

The Prince looked up quickly. + 

“So? Ashley.” He sat down at the table, and broke open the seals. “Be seated, milor’.” He spread the close-written sheets out before him, and resting his head in his hand, started to read. + 

Nothing broke the stillness save the crackling of the parchment, and occasionally a cough from the Prince. + 

While he read, Roxhythe studied the boy’s face, waiting for him to betray his feelings by some change of expression. + 

William read on steadily. Not an eyelid flickered. + 

Roxhythe marvelled more and more at this extraordinary youth. He realised that here was a personality as strong as, or even stronger than his own master’s, and at the same time, totally dissimilar. William’s manner was almost repellent; he employed no wiles to attract; he rarely smiled. To Roxhythe he had been brusque to the point of rudeness, yet his lordship was conscious of an overwhelming magnetism. He could understand now how it was that William was so well served. Instinctively he felt that William had the strength of character that his uncle lacked. He felt, too, that William could inspire unlimited confidence, and he knew, without knowing why, that even he, cynic that he was, would trust him implicitly. + 

William put the sheets together, and rested his hand lightly on them. For some time he did not speak, but sat looking straight before him, eyebrows drawn close across his forehead. His tapering fingers drummed on the folded parchment; a ruby ring caught the light of the candles, and winked sagely. It was the only ornament he wore. + 

“So this is Ashley’s proposition.⁠ ⁠…” he said slowly. “What has my uncle to say?” + 

“His Majesty but endorses what you have read, Highness,” answered Roxhythe. + 

William looked at him thoughtfully. + 

“I do not see what King Charles stands to gain by this,” he flicked the parchment. + 

Roxhythe was taken aback. He was not prepared for such ruthless perspicacity. + 

“Your Highness has a knowledge of men,” he said. + 

“Is it likely that King Charles would offer this⁠—” again he flicked the parchment⁠—“and demand naught in exchange?” + 

“No, Highness, it is not likely. Yet King Charles stands to get the worst of the bargain.” + 

For the first time William smiled. + 

“I cannot credit it, milor’.” + 

“Nevertheless, it is so, Sir. Have I your leave to speak?” + 

William nodded. His eyes never left my lord’s face. + 

“The matter is this, Highness: King Charles is desirous of seeing his nephew in his rightful place, and not a State prisoner. He hath no love for De Witt, and he thinks that the people of Holland have none either. He will aid you to overthrow their High Mightinesses, and he will make you Stadtholder⁠—even King, if the thing were possible. It should not be difficult. You know, Sir, that the people grow tired of the Pensionary, and murmur your name again. At Rotterdam, at Middleburgh, at Amsterdam, and a score of other towns I could mention, feeling is very strong in your favour. King Louis is an all too powerful enemy and the Provinces require a leader. It is thought that you, Sir, inherit your great-grandfather’s genius. Were you to break free from De Witt and raise your banner at the right moment, crowds would flock to it. The nobles are on your side and the middle-classes will follow when they realize that in you lies salvation. King Charles will help you to drive out the French, and the combination will surely prove too strong for Louis.” + 

“Yes,” interrupted the Prince. “And the price?” + 

“You have read it, Sir.” + 

William moved impatiently. + 

“I have read many meaningless words and vague terms, milor’.” + 

“Briefly, Highness, it is this: In return for setting you in your rightful place, His Majesty requires the State to pay him a certain sum yearly, to be afterwards decided on. There would be some compact, of course.” + 

“I think that is not all,” said William. “What of that compact of which you spoke?” + 

“An alliance between the two countries, similar to the existing bond.” Roxhythe looked up. “That should benefit you, Sir.” + 

“It should also benefit King Charles,” said William drily. “And your English Parliament? They would like this?” + 

“Your Highness has read Lord Ashley’s letter.” + 

“Lord Ashley stands by the King.⁠ ⁠… Strange! Or does Lord Ashley work in the dark? He says nothing of this tribute to be paid to King Charles.” + 

Roxhythe’s brain worked swiftly. It was very evident that William was no fool. He saw through the offer and he would see through all subterfuges, however glib. The only course was to be frank. + 

“Highness, King Charles is in need of money. You know enough of the relations between King and Commons in England to see that he must look abroad for it. Two ways he may look: to France, or to you. France will ask too much in return; she would want to hold England ’neath her thumb⁠—” + 

“Much as King Charles wants to hold me,” nodded the Prince. + 

“By no means, Sir. His Majesty wants to help you to the Stadtholdership. He will benefit by the compact; you will benefit still more, and the Commons will think they benefit.” + 

“His Majesty’s scruples are very nice,” said William. “He will not make England a catspaw of France, but he would like to make the Provinces a catspaw of England. A subtle distinction, milor’.” + 

“Your Highness hardly states the case,” said Roxhythe gently. “There is no question of catspaw.” + 

“No? Then I have greatly misunderstood you, sir!” + 

“Your Highness has said so.” + 

William looked down at the paper beneath his tightly-clenched hand. All at once he grew rigid and his eyes flashed. He began to speak, quickly, and with suppressed feeling. + 

“King Charles his offer is no less than an insult! He seeks to bribe me to sell my country to him⁠—to barter mine honour! He has made a great mistake, sir! He thinks to frighten me, Nassau! with his evasive talk of Louis. Oh, ay! I have seen very clearly what he means! He is very sure that I may be bribed, and bought, and tricked! He thinks to dupe me with these vague promises”⁠—he struck the parchment⁠—“But I know him! These armies he will put at my disposal⁠—this King Louis whom he will drive from my country! Does he think me such a fool that I do not know he will never offend the French King? Bah! ’Tis I who am to fight! I who must provide the money wherewith to equip mine army! I who must lead them! I who must do all, while he stands by, encouraging me, and tricking me with his subtleties, and his empty promises! The compact? I can imagine it very easily, milor’! A string of evasions with but one clear clause amongst them! And that that I should pay him tribute yearly! He thinks me a child not to be reckoned with. He does not know Nassau! You spoke of my great-grandfather’s spirit which my good uncle thinks I inherit. Tell him that he spoke sooth, and that William of Nassau treats his offer thus, and thus!” William tore the parchment sheets across and across. + 

“Highness, you misjudge His Majesty very grievously⁠—” + 

“Do I so? Bah! He is afraid! He fears that Louis may be making me this same offer, and he cannot afford to have France and the Provinces united. His good intentions!” He laughed shortly, furiously. “He does not like to see me a prisoner! Yet he has seen me thus all these years, and raised but the feeblest finger in protest. He is slow to decide, your King! Well, there is mine answer!” He pointed to the scattered pieces of paper on the floor. “And further tell him that William of Orange will not stoop to intrigue behind the back of the State, nor will he sell his people for his own advancement!” He paused and pressed his handkerchief to his mouth. A violent fit of coughing tore and racked his slender body. + 

Roxhythe waited for him to cease. When the Prince leaned back in his chair, quiet now, and with exhaustion written about his eyes, he answered him. + 

“Your Highness would do well to consider. Have you bethought yourself that it is not wise to offend the King of England?” + 

The pale lips parted. + 

“While I remain a prisoner King Charles cannot harm me. When I am Stadtholder he will not dare. There is Louis.” + 

“Your Highness is very sanguine. If you will not sell your country, as you call it, by whose help do you hope to overthrow the Oligarchy?” + 

“Have I said that I hoped to overthrow them? I desire to hold my rightful office, but I will raise no hand against a Government that I fully acknowledge. It will be by the people’s will alone that I become Stadtholder.” + 

“And if the people will it not?” + 

William’s eyes flashed again. + 

“Did you not assure me that they were ripe for my standard?” + 

“For your standard, Sir, yes. But if you raise it not they cannot stand by it. They will not rise for Prince William alone. Prince William with a force to back him, yes. It is a very different matter.” + 

“I do not fear.” The Prince spoke calmly now. + 

“Your Highness is young. You do not know the temper of a mob.” + 

“Then I shall learn, milor’.” + 

“By bitter experience.” + 

“Perhaps even that.” + 

There fell a long silence. It was useless to attempt further argument. The Prince meant what he said, and he knew what he was saying. Yet my lord tried to reason with him once more. + 

“Highness, I counsel you most sincerely not to reject my master’s offer thus lightly. You must realize what an impossible task it is that you set yourself. You will have your country divided against itself, some standing for you, others for the Pensionary. Also you will have a French army marching upon you; perhaps, too, an English army. You would do well to consider.” + 

“I have considered. What King Charles asks is impossible. I am not a Stuart⁠—I cannot so unconcernedly sell my country. Milor’ Roxhythe, I beg you will not waste your breath seeking to persuade me. Do you think I have not had just such an offer before? I have considered well, and there lies my answer.” + 

Roxhythe rose. + 

“Then there is no more to be said, Highness. I trust you will not regret this day’s work. Again I implore you to consider well. I shall return to the Hague in a few days’ time, staying at the Poisson d’Or. A message will bring me very swiftly. Think it over carefully, Highness, and remember that together England and the Provinces would be very powerful.” He picked up his hat. “I have to thank you for this audience, Sir. I fear it has tired you.” + 

“No, milor’.” William pressed his handkerchief to his lips again. “I am sorry that you should have been put to this unnecessary trouble. Your King has sent you on a fool’s errand. My answer is final.” + 

“Nevertheless, Highness, I shall be at the Poisson d’Or for ten days.” + 

William shook his head. He struck the hand-bell at his side. + 

Heenvliet appeared. + 

“Conduct milor’ to Mynheer Dart,” ordered William. “Milor’ ”⁠—he moved his head wearily⁠—“I will not detain you longer. I thank you for your patience.” + 

Roxhythe bowed as he would have bowed to the King, his master. + 

“I do not despair, Highness. Permit me to compliment you on your integrity.” + 

So he left William, Prince of Orange, seated in the high-backed chair, with the scattered scraps of parchment at his feet, a solitary figure, bodily frail, but with the light of indomitable courage shining in his dark eyes, and a steadfast purpose before him. + 

He knew that he had failed; he knew that the little princeling whom he had pitied⁠—whom he still pitied⁠—was one of the world’s great men; a prince who, one day, would have to be reckoned with; a prince who was not to be bought; a prince who was also an honest man. + 

VIII + 

The Amiable Mr. Milward Perplexed + 

To Christopher, waiting by the window, came the hoot of an owl, twice repeated. In an instant he was on his feet, and had leant out of the casement. Roxhythe’s voice reached him. + 

“That rope, Chris! ’Tis plaguily damp out here.” + 

Christopher vanished. When he reappeared it was with the rope, one end of which he secured to the stout hook in the wall. The other end he cautiously let down. + 

Roxhythe swung gracefully up. He climbed over the sill into the room, and threw off his hat and cloak. Christopher drew in the rope, and watched my lord go to the fire. He saw how grim were the lines about his mouth. + 

“You’d no trouble, sir? No mishaps?” + 

“None,” said Roxhythe curtly. “And you?” + 

“Everything has gone very well, though I fear the spies grow anxious. They removed to the inn across the road the day after you left me.” He poured out a glass of wine and handed it to my lord. + 

“You saw the Prince, sir?” + 

Roxhythe sank into the nearest chair. He gave vent to a prodigious yawn. + 

“Yes, I saw him.” He volunteered no further information, and Christopher did not like to question him. Instead he told him all that had passed during the last few days. + 

“… So Mynheer de Staal gave it out today that you were better, and he thought it possible that you might be up tomorrow.” + 

“Very good,” said Roxhythe. “Your suggestion?” + 

“Yes,” admitted Christopher. “I thought you could not well be later than tomorrow, and it seemed a pity to waste time.” + 

“You are invaluable,” sighed my lord. + 

Presently Christopher felt that he could no longer curb his curiosity. + 

“Was your mission successful, sir?” he ventured. + 

“It failed,” answered Roxhythe. “A novel experience. I shall go to bed.” + 

He appeared downstairs next morning for a short space and spent the rest of the day, sleeping in his chair. He complained that he was bored. + 

After three days he announced that he was tired of Rotterdam and should go to the Hague. + 

Christopher was surprised. + 

“I had imagined that we were to return to London,” he said. + 

“Had you? But then you are so impetuous. You forget our amiable friend.” + 

“Milward? Does he matter?” + 

“He would think so,” said my lord, and would vouchsafe no more. + 

They said farewell to de Staal that afternoon. The old man was distressed. Christopher left him alone with Roxhythe. + 

En route for the Hague he spoke of him to my lord. + 

“Mynheer de Staal hath a great regard for you, sir.” + 

“Yes,” replied Roxhythe, unmoved. + 

They found Mr. Milward at the Poisson d’Or. He seemed relieved to see them. Roxhythe invited him to dinner and Christopher went forth to meet his brother. + 

He and Roderick dined at a little inn not far from the Palace. They had not met for two years, and there was much to be said on both sides. Not until dinner was over did Roderick speak of Roxhythe. Then he went straight to the point. + 

“Christopher, what induced you to enter the service of that man?” + 

“That man?” interrogated Christopher with uplifted brows. + 

“Lord Roxhythe.” + 

“He was in need of a secretary; I, of work.” + 

“There are a score of better men in need of secretaries!” + 

“Indeed?” + 

“Don’t speak like that, child! You should have consulted me. I might have known you would act foolishly when my father died.” + 

“I am perfectly well able to care for myself! And I resent⁠—your tone!” + 

Roderick ignored this. + 

“Were my father alive he would be more than displeased to see you in such company.” + 

“Roderick, what do you mean? What have you against my lord?” + 

“What every sane man has against him. He is a libertine⁠—a rakehelly fellow, with no morals, and less honour.” + 

“How dare you say that? He is no more rakehell than the others at Whitehall! And as to honour!⁠—You speak of what you do not know!” + 

“Do I so? Even an what you say is true, which it is not⁠—that he is no more rakehell than the rest of that licentious circle, it is no excuse for entering his service. I would not have my brother in the company of one of them.” + 

Christopher essayed a sneer. + 

“Why, are you turned Puritan?” + 

“I am no more Puritan than ever I was, as you very well know. Had I been in England a month ago I would have prevented you taking this disastrous step.” + 

“And I tell you that you would not! My Lord Roxhythe is a very honourable, brave gentleman, and I am proud to be in his service!” + 

“A patriotic gentleman also, I suppose?” + 

“Yes!” + 

“You are infatuated.” + 

“Then so are you! What induced you to enter the Prince of Orange his service? I would not work for a foreigner!” + 

Roderick gripped his wrist, shaking him. + 

“You young fool, be silent!” + 

“Why?” Christopher stared. + 

“Do you think no Dutchman understands English that you shout what might be mine undoing in an inn parlour?” + 

“Your pardon!”⁠ ⁠… Christopher rolled the words out caressingly. “I had forgot you played a double part. Odds-life, Roderick! I would not serve two men as you do. To my mind it is no gentlemanly thing to do.” + 

Roderick coloured angrily. + 

“You do not understand. I serve the Prince and no other!” + 

“Who is imprudent now?” jeered Christopher. “I thought you served De Witt once? Your devotion to the Orange smacks somewhat of double-dealing.” + 

“I am not going to quarrel with you, Christopher.” + 

“Then do not seek to malign my master to me! I know him as you do not, and I tell you he is the soul of honour!” + 

“You fool,” said Dart quietly. “Do you believe that? I warn you that one day you will be disillusioned. Roxhythe works for himself alone. He would dupe you did the need arise, or crush you beneath his heel. You think him a man of scruples, but I tell you⁠—and I know⁠—that he is without heart and without honour. Chris, you are very young, be advised by me and quit his service. He only wants you for a tool.” + 

“ ’Tis you who are the fool! My Lord wants me for a secretary! There is no question of duping, or tools.” + 

“Do you deny then that you are with him solely for the purpose of bringing King Charles his message to the Prince?” + 

Christopher was silent. + 

“Roxhythe hath it in mind to use you in his machinations for his master. And if you are overnice in your scruples, he’ll trick you. Be warned, Chris, I implore you!” + 

“You are undoubtedly mad,” said Christopher with conviction. “If I were required to work for His Majesty there would be no need of trickery. I would die for His Majesty and the Country.” + 

“You cannot die twice!” snapped Roderick. + 

“The King and his Country are one, as you should know.” + 

“Are they?” said Roderick heavily. “Not your King and his Country.” + 

“You are disloyal! My King? He is also yours!” + 

“Alas, yes!” + 

Christopher betrayed anxiety. + 

“Roderick, consorting with these stiff-necked Dutchmen has affected your brain. I do not pretend to understand this strange talk of yours. You had best quit Holland and come home!” + 

“My dear brother, living as I do, I have had opportunities of studying politics, and of viewing politicians and Princes that you have not. I have seen the intrigues within intrigues that are always afoot⁠—the treachery, the lying! More I cannot say, but rest assured that I speak the truth. I have seen what manner of men live in England and in France, and I know that amongst them all there is not one who is honest. There is only one man to be trusted. Him, I serve.” + 

“You have become bigoted, Dick, and hard. What you say is utterly false. Is it possible that you think your master the one honest man? Why, even I, whom you so freely call fool, am not so mad!” + 

Roderick sighed. + 

“I see you will go your own wilful way, Chris. You have fallen a victim to Roxhythe’s notorious charm, and I suppose you will follow him headlong to destruction.” + 

Christopher leaned his head in his hands and gave way to helpless laughter. When he had recovered, Roderick started to talk on some other topic. They spoke no more of Roxhythe that evening. + 

My lord was in his dressing-gown when Christopher came back to the inn. He gave his secretary one shrewd, calculating glance. + 

“You look heated, Chris. You have been quarrelling with your brother.” + 

“Nearly,” said Christopher. “I fear for his sanity. He speaks so wildly, and so foolishly.” + 

“In fact he disapproves of my Lord Roxhythe most sincerely,” nodded his lordship. “Does he seek to remove you from my evil influence?” + 

“Oh, yes, sir! I think he seeks to put me in a glass case, for he avows that there is but one honest man alive today, and he will not have me serve under any other!” + 

“Lud! Does he expect you to enroll yourself under the Prince’s banner? Don’t do it, Chris! ’Tis a gloomy youth.” + 

“Not I, sir!” said Christopher flippantly. “I had sooner tread the path to destruction in your company.” + 

“So ho!” said Roxhythe to his reflection in the mirror. He was seated before his dressing-table. “Is that the way the wind blows? Be warned, Chris! I am an unscrupulous fellow.” + 

“I know,” said Christopher, smiling. “He told me so.” + 

“Well, it’s true enough.” + 

“Is it, sir?” Christopher’s voice vibrated with indignation. “Do you seek to warn me ’gainst yourself?” + 

“It would appear so,” said Roxhythe. + 

Three days later my lord entered their private parlour, and sat down at the table. He dipped a quill in the ink, and drew a sheet of parchment towards him. + 

“Milward sticks like a leech. I feel it behooves me to write to my little master.” He bent over the parchment. + 

Christopher assented vaguely. + 

The quill scratched tranquilly along. Presently Roxhythe sat back, and dusted the sheet. He folded, addressed, and sealed it. + 

“That will go by special courier. It should interest Mynheer Spy.” + 

“If it goes by courier, how should Milward see it,” asked Christopher. + 

“There are ways,” placidly replied his lordship. + 

“But he would scarce dare to steal a letter from you to His Majesty, sir!” + 

“No,” agreed Roxhythe. “He would very easily dare to borrow it for some few minutes, however.” + 

“To read the contents? He hopes to learn the result of your mission⁠—or⁠—or whether you have been on a mission at all⁠—so that Louis might make an outcry?” + 

“Something like that, no doubt.” + 

“I see,” said Christopher profoundly. “Yet how dare he break the seal?” + 

“You do not realize that I have been so considerate as to place the seal on the wafer,” said Roxhythe, pained. “He will not break it.” + 

“Were you born in intrigue, sir?” asked Christopher. + 

“I believe I must have been,” said his lordship. + 

Thus it came to pass that when the not incorruptible courier slept off his doctored potations at Delft, his late host, accredited agent to his Most Christian Majesty, removed a certain document from his wallet, and in the deserted coffee-room, carefully slit open the wafer that sealed it. He was well versed in ciphers but he found a cipher unnecessary. The letter was short, and was written in English. + 

“Yr. Majesty⁠—Has Yr. Majesty punished His Servant enough, or must Roxhythe Remain a Wanderer? If he might Crave Yr. Pardon againe, he Does so, Still more Humbly and Contritely than Before. Yet more earnestly Does he Implore Yr. Majesty to Allow him to Return, when he will Endeavoure To Showe Yr. Majesty How Great is his Remorse for that Unpardonable Offence which he Committed. + 

“He is Yr. Majesty’s most Devoted, Humble Servant, Roxhythe.” + 

His Most Christian Majesty’s accredited agent was annoyed and perplexed. Deftly he re-stuck the wafer, and restored the packet to the courier’s wallet. Then he rode back to the Hague. + 

The amiable Mr. Milward when apprised of the contents of the letter wrinkled his brow uncertainly. + 

“It seems we are come on a fruitless errand, Dupont. Roxhythe has not the wit to write such a plausible blind. King Charles is not a fool, and only a fool sends a fool to work his intrigues.” + 

“You are assured that milor’ is a fool, then?” + 

“He is a brainless court-darling. Yet.⁠ ⁠… It was strange that he should fall into such sudden disgrace. I had thought him too perfect a courtier to offend as he did. I confess I am at a loss. He has not had word with the Prince, nor any of his servants, unless it be Mr. Dart who is De Witt’s man. I have dogged his steps, and he suspects naught!” He laughed contemptuously. “I believe we are on a fool’s errand!” + 

“Maybe, m’sieu’. But I do not think that milor’ is quite the brainless nincompoop he pretends to be. I would I had been at Rotterdam in place of Grant. I am uneasy.” + 

“He is either a fool or a marvellously astute man. In any case, what more can be done?” + 

“Naught,” said Dupont sadly. “But I mistrust him.” + 

In due time came a letter for Roxhythe. It was brought to him as he sat at dinner with Christopher and Mr. Milward. + 

“From my master,” he said. “You will excuse me?” He tore open the seals and read. Then he gave a relieved laugh, and laid the sheet down in such a way that Mr. Milward might easily read what was written there. + 

“His Majesty is pleased to forgive me! So it’s boot and saddle for us, Chris, as soon as may be.” + 

King Charles’ letter ran: + 

My Little Davy⁠—My Majesty must needs Forgive you, for I cannot Live Without You. I am Surrounded by Dolts and Sycophants; I must have My Roxhythe. Return at once.⁠—Charles R. + 

Mr. Milward tried to drown his fears. + 

Before they left the Hague, Roderick had speech with Roxhythe again. + 

“His Highness desires me to say, sir, that his answer is final.” + 

“That is his last word?” + 

Roderick bowed. + 

“I am sorry,” said Roxhythe. + 

The brothers parted on quite cordial terms. Roderick, seeing that it was useless, did not again press Christopher to leave my lord’s service. + 

Mr. Milward bade the travellers a touching farewell. Roxhythe addressed him mournfully. + 

“I shall miss your pleasant companionship, Mr. Milward. We have seen much of each other of late.” + 

Mr. Milward watched the little cavalcade depart. He became aware of Dupont at his elbow. + 

“He laughs at us,” said the Frenchman gloomily. “He slips through our fingers like water. Me, I have had dealings with him before. I suspected, but evidence? Pouf!” + 

“Nonsense!” said Milward uneasily. “I have scarce left his side since he has been at the Hague!” + 

“It would not worry him. I tell you, he is a devil. You might be bound to him with chains, and he would give you the slip. He is not a man. He is a devil.” He walked away, depressed. + 

Four days later, on board ship, Roxhythe broached a subject that had been weighing heavily on Christopher’s mind. He laid his hand on the young man’s shoulder, and spoke with some affection. + 

“Well, Chris, so the journey is at an end. In a few hours’ time we shall be in London. What then?” + 

Christopher looked at him. + 

“You will be no longer in need of a secretary, sir?” + 

“I? Oh, I must have a secretary, of course.” + 

Christopher became still more crestfallen. + 

“I⁠—you⁠—that is, you wish me to leave you now, sir?” + 

“No. But I think you would be wise to be counselled by that excellent brother of yours.” + 

“Oh, sir, never give him a thought!” cried Christopher. “If I might stay with you, I will serve you⁠—unquestioningly.” + 

“Very well,” said Roxhythe. “You shall stay.” + 

IX + 

The King of England + 

Gorgeous in a pale-blue velvet suit with crimson facings and ribbons, and much rich lace, the Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe entered the doors of Whitehall. He carried his gloves and his cane in one hand and in the other he held his comfit box. The page at the door cast one glance at the handsome face beneath the wide brimmed hat with its drooping feather, and straightened in every line of his body. + 

Roxhythe’s slumbrous eyes travelled over him. + 

“His Majesty?” he said. + 

The page bowed. + 

“I think His Majesty is in his closet, sir. Shall I send Master Hutchins to announce you?” + 

“Do,” said Roxhythe. + 

An elegant gentleman crossed the hall towards him. + 

“I protest ’tis a joy to see you again, Roxhythe,” he simpered. “You had a fair crossing?” + 

“I believe I did,” assented my lord. “How doth her ladyship?” + 

“Very well, very well,” said the elegant gentleman. “His Majesty is all a-fret to see you. He will be delighted. He had not expected you so soon.” + 

On his way up the Grand Staircase, Roxhythe met some half a dozen gentlemen, who were all duly enthusiastic over his return. He reflected that his was something of a triumphal entry. + 

As he neared the King’s closet he spoke to the page beside him. + 

“Is His Majesty disengaged?” + 

“I think Lord Lauderdale is with him, my lord.” + 

“In that case you may announce me,” said Roxhythe. + 

“Yes, my lord. His Majesty gave orders that you were to be taken to him at once.” He knocked on the door of the closet. + 

Charles’ voice bade him enter. It held a peevish note. + 

The page opened wide the door. + 

“The Most Noble the Marquis of Roxhythe!” + 

Hat in hand Roxhythe walked into the room. + 

Charles was seated at the table, opposite Lord Lauderdale, but at the favourite’s entrance, he pushed back his chair and rose quickly to his feet. + 

“David! Already!” He embraced Roxhythe before my lord had time to make his bow. He held him by the shoulders, scanning his face. + 

“Zoons, Davy! how I have waited for this moment!” + 

“Not so impatiently as have I, Sir.” Roxhythe smiled back into his eyes. + 

My Lord Lauderdale rose, a red spot on either cheek. + 

“I take it Your Majesty has no further use for me,” he grated. + 

“None whatsoever, my lord,” answered Charles gaily. “Some other time.⁠ ⁠…” + 

Lauderdale jerked a bow to him, and another to Roxhythe. He went angrily out of the room. + 

“A good riddance to his dourness,” said Charles. “Davy, Davy, I have missed you so sorely I swear I’ll never send you from me again!” + 

“I am glad you have missed me, Sir,” said Roxhythe. “So you may have some conception of my poor feelings. These weeks have seemed months!” + 

Charles drew him to a couch. + 

“I vow you have had the best of it, David. I have been harassed and overrun with petitions, and whatnot, and empty-headed dolts beside. You would not believe the number that have tried to take your place! But there is only one Roxhythe. How have you fared?” + 

Roxhythe grew solemn. + 

“Very badly, Sir.” + 

“What’s that? You have been in trouble?⁠—danger?” + 

“Not I, Sir. ’Twas my errand that I spoke of.” + 

Charles showed surprise. + 

“Did you fail, David?” + 

“Ay, Sir. There was no hope for success.” + 

The King laughed a little ruefully. + 

“Well, well! And so you failed! Has such a thing ever before come to pass?” + 

“Seldom,” said his lordship. “But this time I was very grievously beaten.” + 

The King settled himself against the cushions. + 

“If ’twere not so damned annoying, ’twould be most diverting,” he said. “Tell me, David.” + 

Roxhythe proceeded to relate his adventures up to the point of Roderick’s appearance on the scene. + 

“I would Your Majesty could have seen that man!” he sighed. “He gave himself the airs of a duke, and he paraded his Puritan views for my edification. I do assure you, Sir; that I have never been so set at naught in my life. He spoke of the Prince as though he were Master of the Universe, and his whole manner was as formal as your father his courtiers never were. He came the second day with the news that the Prince would grant me an audience, as though ’twere some giant favour he were bestowing. I went to the Palace at eight in the evening⁠—I should tell you, Sir, that I was requested to be punctual⁠—and taken to Dart’s room. He led me out by another door, along countless gloomy vaults, each darker than the last, until we came to a hall. Then we met one of the Prince’s not so faithful gentlemen and I became a lackey, and was severely reprimanded. We shook off the man, and proceeded to the Prince’s apartments. Outside one of the doors was yet another man. He, though, was one of the Prince’s faithful ones. He sped us on our way. Dart ushered me into the room with all solemnity. Then he took my pistol from me. I suppose he thought I might assassinate His Highness in a fit of depression. At all events he took it, and left me to kick my heels, awaiting the Prince. And all as though I were in very sooth a lackey! I, Roxhythe, the King’s envoy! + 

“Then came William of Orange⁠ ⁠…” he paused. + 

Charles, who had been shaken with suppressed laughter, sat up. + 

“I’ faith, Davy, I’d give much to have been with you! So you were pushed from pillar to post, my poor Marquis? Oh, lud!” Again he shook. “But what of my nephew?” + 

Roxhythe spoke gravely. + 

“Sir, he is a remarkable youth. In appearance he is slight, with a hook nose, and eyes that see everything at a glance. His manner is cold, brusque, repressed. His personality is overwhelming.” + 

“So?” said Charles, interested. “As great as mine?” + 

“In its way, Sir, greater. He has none of Your Majesty’s charm, but he forces himself into one’s memory. He attracts, and he repels. In spite of his youth, and his lack of polish, he holds the stage.” + 

“Why, Roxhythe, this is marvellous! Proceed!” + 

“He received me with as much ceremony as I had by that time learnt to expect. He had the air of an Emperor giving audience to one poor subject. He read Ashley’s packet. Then he asked me what Your Majesty hoped to gain by the bargain.” + 

Charles burst out laughing again. + 

“That I should have missed all this!” + 

“I do confess, Sir, I was taken aback. In a very short time he showed me that if he was young in years, he was old in wisdom. He perceived that Ashley was little more than a catspaw; he sneered at the idea of your helping him to his rightful place. In fact, Sir, he desires to know why you have not come to his aid before now.” + 

“The impudent young cockerel!” + 

“You would not think so did you but see and hear him, Sir. He asked me what was to be the price of all you offered. I told him⁠—glibly enough, and evasively. He caught me up, and told me all too rightly what I meant. He saw through and through that proposition, Sir, and at last I was frank with him. I explained Your Majesty’s attitude⁠—with reservations. Then the storm burst. Odds body, Sir, but when the Prince loses his temper, one shivers in one’s shoes. He hailed words about me. He cried that Your Majesty was asking him to barter his Country and his honour for his own advancement. He bade me tell you that he was not a Stuart. He said he saw very clearly how you were seeking to trick him into an alliance by which only you would profit. Finally he tore the packet into shreds and bade me tell you that that was his answer. Then he fell to coughing, and I tried to collect my wits. Sir, I argued with that boy until my throat was parched, and always he had a ready answer wherewith to dumbfound me. He gave away naught without meaning to, and I could not gather what were his intentions. But he has evidently received advances from King Louis, and I think he hopes to frighten you by holding that over your head. That he will ally himself with any foreign power to gain the Stadtholdership, I do not think for a moment. He is as honest as the day, and as astute as old Nick himself. He thinks to rise without foreign aid, but he told me he would not seek to overthrow a Government that he fully acknowledged. He is to be feared, Sir.” + 

“My dear David, I must make his further acquaintance. Did he send any more insulting messages to me?” + 

“A score. He does not trust you or anyone else, Sir, and he told me so in good round terms. He bade me tell you you that Nassau does not stoop to intrigue behind the backs of his ministers. I think already he has quite a little Court.” + 

Charles was deeply interested. + 

“And you think him one to be reckoned with?” + 

“More than that, Sir. I think him a great man; one to be propitiated at all costs. I foresee that he will rise suddenly, and at no very distant date.” + 

“We must invite him to England,” said the King. “I am agog to see him.” + 

“I doubt he would not come. He holds England and the English in contempt. Also King Louis. All this he told me. I spent a pleasant evening, Sir.” + 

Charles rocked with laughter. + 

“And I thought I could twist him round my finger! Zounds, why was I not there to see?” + 

“It is no laughing matter, Sir. I am too old to be ordered about by petty princelings and their servants.” + 

Charles sobered suddenly. + 

“But, Roxhythe, it is a plaguey nuisance. This means I must turn to France.” He bit his fingernail, frowning. Then he smiled again. “So you came away with a flea in your ear, my poor Roxhythe? God’s Body, how I have ill-used you! But tell me more of William. You say he has personality; he attracts. But does he inspire his followers with confidence?” + 

“Judging from Dart’s airs, yes, Sir. He is very well served. It seems his servants would undergo any torture ever invented sooner than betray him.” + 

Charles made a rueful grimace. + 

“And,” continued Roxhythe, “he says himself that he will not have any man about him whom he could not trust implicitly.” + 

“If I said that, I had only you left,” remarked Charles. + 

“Precisely. And he seems to allow no familiarity⁠—no license. He lives in an atmosphere of gloom and depression.” Roxhythe looked round the luxurious room. “Thank God for Whitehall, and mine own Prince!” he said devoutly. + 

Charles smiled. + 

“He is more kingly than I am, eh?” + 

“No,” said Roxhythe instantly. “He is too young to unbend. But in intrigue, Sir, you have met your match in William of Nassau.” + 

“I must have a care,” laughed the King. + 

“Indeed yes, Sir. Remember, the Orange is a man, and one who must not be forgotten. I foresee trouble. Guard against him.” + 

“I will,” promised the King. “And now, David, we must look to France.” + 