Pushed hard, I asked the Duke himself if I should leave him.

He bade me stay, swearing that I was an honest fellow and no Papist, as were some he knew.

I saw Carford start; his Grace saw nothing save the entrance of his chamber, and that not over-plainly.

But we got him in, and into a seat, and the door shut.

Then he called for more wine, and Carford at once brought it to him and pledged him once and again, Monmouth drinking deep.
"He's had more than he can carry already," I whispered.