than..." Whilst he sought the expression that he needed Trenchard cut in with a laugh.

"In vino veritas, gentlemen," and His Grace and Sir Edward nodded sagely; Luttrell preserved a stolid exterior.

He seemed less prone than his colleagues to forejudging.
"Will you repeat the expressions used by Mr.Westmacott ?" Sir Edward begged.
"I will repeat the one that, to my mind, matters most." Mr.Westmacott, getting to his feet and in a loud voice, exclaimed, "God save the Protestant Duke!" "Do you admit it, sir ?" thundered Albemarle, his eyes glowering upon Richard hesitated a moment, pale and trembling.
"You will waste breath in denying it," said Trenchard suavely, "for I have a drawer from the Bell Inn, and two gentlemen who overheard you waiting outside." "I'faith, sir," cried Blake, "what treason was therein that?
If he..." "Silence!" thundered Albemarle.

"Let Mr.Westmacott speak for himself." Richard, inspired by the defence Blake had begun, took the same line of argument.

"I admit that in the heat of wine I may have used such words," said he.