Carford turned straight to the Duke, crying, "Mr Dale here says that your Grace is drunk." He made nothing by the move, for the Duke answered good-humouredly, "Truly I am drunk, but in the legs only, my good Simon.

My head is clear, clear as daylight, or the----" He looked round cunningly, and caught each of us by the arm.

"We're good Protestants here ?" he asked with a would-be shrewd, wine-muddled glance.
"Sound and true, your Grace," said Carford.

Then he whispered to me, "Indeed I think he's ill.

Pray run for the King's physician, Mr Dale." "Nay, he'd do well enough if he were alone with me.