Torches glared in the courtyard, menials attended, and the Prince, assisted from horseback, was ushered into an apartment, where Ramorny waited on him, together with Dwining, and entreated him to take the leech's advice.

The Duke of Rothsay repulsed the proposal, haughtily ordered his bed to be prepared, and having stood for some time shivering in his dank garments beside a large blazing fire, he retired to his apartment without taking leave of anyone.
"You see the peevish humour of this childish boy, now," said Ramorny to Dwining; "can you wonder that a servant who has done so much for him as I have should be tired of such a master ?" "No, truly," said Dwining, "that and the promised earldom of Lindores would shake any man's fidelity.

But shall we commence with him this evening?
He has, if eye and cheek speak true, the foundation of a fever within him, which will make our work easy while it will seem the effect of nature." "It is an opportunity lost," said Ramorny; "but we must delay our blow till he has seen this beauty, Catharine Glover.

She may be hereafter a witness that she saw him in good health, and master of his own motions, a brief space before--you understand me ?" Dwining nodded assent, and added: "There is no time lost; for there is little difficulty in blighting a flower exhausted from having been made to bloom too soon.".