He did not tell me outright that it was largely against his own succession that the disaffection was directed; nor that the Duke of Monmouth was his rival; but he told me enough to show that my own information was correct enough, and that in the political matters my weight, such as it was, must be thrown on to the side of the Tories--as the other party was nicknamed.

I understood, even in that first conversation with him, why he was so little loved; and I remembered, with inward mirth, how His Majesty once, upon being remonstrated with by his brother for walking out so freely without a guard, answered that he need have no fears; for "they will never kill me," said he, "to set you upon the throne." "You have seen Father Whitbread, no doubt," said the Duke suddenly.
"No, sir.

I waited to pay my homage first to His Majesty and to yourself." He nodded once or twice at that.
"Yes, yes; but you will see him presently, I take it.

You could not have a better guide.

Why--" He broke off on a sudden.
"Why here is the man himself," he said.
A man in a sober suit was indeed approaching, as His Highness spoke.