[Simon Dale by Anthony Hope]@TWC D-Link bookSimon Dale CHAPTER XIII 32/35
"Come, M. de Perrencourt, will you give me your arm ?" And off he went on the French gentleman's arm, leaving me most utterly abashed, and cursing the curiosity that had brought me to this trouble. "So much for the Duke of Buckingham's 'long head,'" said I to myself ruefully, as I made my way towards the Constable's Tower, in which his Grace was lodged, and where I had my small quarters. Indeed, I might well feel a fool; for the next twenty-four hours, during which I was to be a prisoner, would in all likelihood see the issue in which I was pledged to bear a part.
Now I could do nothing.
Yet at least I must send speedy word to the town that I was no longer to be looked to for any help, and when I reached my room I called loudly for Jonah Wall. It was but the middle of the day, yet he was not to be seen.
I walked to the door and found, not Jonah, but a guard on duty. "What are you doing here ?" "Seeing that you stay here, sir," he answered, with a grin. Then the King was very anxious that I should obey his orders, and had lost no time in ensuring my obedience; he was right to take his measures, for, standing where I did, his orders would not have restrained me.
I was glad that he had set a guard on me in lieu of asking my parole.
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