"But whither, sir?
Whither and how ?" His last words were almost drowned in the din without, as the Roundheads pulled up before the house.
"By the back, sire," was the impatient answer.

"Through door or window--as best you can.

The back must overlook the Corn-Market; that is your way.

But hasten--in God's name hasten!--ere they bethink them of it and cut off your retreat." As he spoke a violent blow shook the door.
"Quick, Your Majesty," he implored, in a frenzy.
Charles moved to depart, then paused.

"But you, sir?
Do you not come with me ?" Crispin stamped his foot, and turned a face livid with impatience upon his King.