Hark ye, Count!" he added to the Spanish Ambassador, while those around drew back a little, seeing it was his Majesty's pleasure to confer with him in private, "this youth--this Jocelyn Mounchensey, hath gentle bluid in his veins ?--he comes of a good stock, ha ?" "He is the representative of an old Norfolk family," De Gondomar replied.
"What! the son of Sir Ferdinando ?" demanded James, a shade crossing his countenance, which did not escape the wily ambassador's notice.
"You have guessed right, Sire," he said.

"This is Sir Ferdinando's son; and, if I may be permitted to say so, your Majesty owes him some reparation for the wrongs done his father." "How! Count!" exclaimed James, with a look of slight displeasure.

"Do you venture to question our judgments on hearsay--for ye can know naething o' your ain knowledge ?" "I know enough to be satisfied that misrepresentations were made to your Majesty respecting this young man's father," De Gondomar replied; "for I am well assured that if you ever erred at all, it must have been through ignorance, and want of due information.

This was what I designed to explain more fully than I can well do now, when I availed myself of your Majesty's gracious permission to bring the young man into your presence; and I should then have taken leave to express how much he merited your Majesty's favour and protection.

Fortune, however, has outrun my wishes, and given him a stronger claim upon you than any I could urge." "Ye are right, Count," rejoined James cautiously.