"It is not for me to say again what I would have Your Grace do.

Your Grace has heard my views, and those of these gentlemen.
It is for Your Grace to decide." "You mean whether I will go forward with this thing?
What alternative have I ?" "No alternative," put in Grey with finality.

"Nor is alternative needed.
We'll carry this through in spite of timorous folk and birds of ill-omen that croak to aifright us." "Our service is the service of the Lord," cried Ferguson, returning from the window in the embrasure of which he had been standing; "the Lord cannot but destine it to prevail." "Ye said so before," quoth Fletcher testily.

"We need here men, money, and weapons--not divinity." "You are plainly infected with Mr.Wilding's disease," sneered Grey.
"Ford," cried the Duke, who saw Wilding's eyes flash fire; "you go too fast.

Mr.Wilding, you will not heed his lordship." "I should not be likely to do so, Your Grace," answered Wilding, who had resumed his seat.
"What shall that mean ?" quoth Grey, leaping to his feet.
"Make it quite clear to him, Tony," whispered Trenchard coaxingly; but Mr.Wilding was not as lost as were these immediate followers of the Duke's to all sense of the respect due to His Grace.
"I think," said Wilding quietly, "that you have forgotten something." "Forgotten what ?" bawled Grey.
"His Grace's presence." His lordship turned crimson, his anger swelled to think that the very terms of the rebuke precluded his allowing his feelings a free rein.
Monmouth leaned forward.