"One who would be a Protestant King ?" He spoke the last words loud and fiercely; it was the final effort, and he sank back in his chair in a stupor.

Carford gave a hasty glance at his face.
"I'll go for the physician," he cried.

"His Grace may need blood-letting." I stepped between him and the door as he advanced.
"His Grace needs nothing," said I, "except the discretion of his friends.

We've heard foolish words that we should not have heard to-night, my lord." "I am sure they're safe with you," he answered.
"And with you ?" I retorted quickly.
He drew himself up haughtily.
"Stand aside, sir, and let me pass." "Where are you going ?" "To fetch the physician.

I'll answer none of your questions." I could not stop him without an open brawl, and that I would not encounter, for it could lead only to my own expulsion.