"I saw but one man's face distinctly.

Here at court I have often seen the man who killed Roger Wentworth, and I shall tell you his name if you insist.

He is near of kin to your Majesty." The king knew that she meant his son Crofts, so he hastened away from the subject.
"Yes, yes, I have suspected as much, but I beg you, Frances, to spare me the pain of hearing the truth." "Yes, the truth is a frightful thing," sighed Frances.

"Why cannot the world be made up of pleasing lies?
But tell me, does your Majesty mean to say that the wretch, Hamilton, seeks your life ?" She was seeking information.
"He does, he does," returned the king.

"While he was sick at the Old Swan, one standing outside his door heard him declare his intention to kill the king.