He rose indeed, but reluctantly and with a sullen frown on his handsome face.
"It's poor work looking for a single man over the countryside," he grumbled.
"Your devotion to me will inspire and guide you, James," observed the King.

A chance of mocking another made him himself again as no other cure could.

"Come, lose no time." Then the King added: "Take this fellow away, and lock him up.

Mr Darrell, see that you guard him well, and let nobody come near him." M.de Perrencourt whispered.
"Above all, let him speak to nobody.

He must tell what he knows only at the right time," added the King.
"When will that be ?" asked Monmouth audibly, yet so low that the King could feign not to hear and smiled pleasantly at his son.