It seemed as if Paul's fears were not unfounded.
"Yet what good would come to them by that ?" he questioned thoughtfully; and Paul had the answer only too ready.
"Marry, every good in the world! Dear my lord, forgive the plain speaking of one who loves you well; but we have not lived in this great city all these weeks for nought.

You know how it is with the people of this land.

They will never be ruled long by your saintly father.

They know his strange malady, and they think him more fit for a monk's cell than a royal throne.

Your mother--" "Ay, they hate her," answered Edward mournfully.