CHAPTER XI.
It was not till we were coming down St.Martin's Lane on the way to Whitehall, that my thoughts ran clear again, and I could think upon the designs I had formed.

Until then, it seemed to me that I rode as in a dream, seeing my thoughts before me, but having no power to look within or consider myself.

One thing too moved before me whenever I closed my eyes; and that was the slow twisting frieze of the five figures against the blue sky.
* * * * * I spoke suddenly to James as we went.
"You will leave me," I said, "at the Whitehall gate; and go back to my lodgings.

Procure a pair of good horses at the Covent Garden inn; and say we will leave them at any place they name on the Dover Road." He answered that he would do so, and it was the first word he had spoken since we had left Tyburn.

At the palace-doors I found no difficulty in admittance, for it was the hour for changing guard, and a lieutenant that was known to me let me in at once; so I went straight in and across the court, just as I was, in my dusty clothes and boots, carrying nothing but my riding-whip.