"But I forget.

You yourself had marked her." "I am your Grace's humble servant always," answered Carford smoothly.
Monmouth laughed.

Carford had his pay, no doubt, and I trust it was large; for he heard quietly a laugh that called him what King Louis had graciously proposed to make of me.

I am glad when men who live by dirty ways are made to eat dirt.
"And my father," said the Duke, "is happy.

She is gone, Querouaille stays; why, he's so enamoured that he has charged Nell to return to London to-day, or at the latest by to-morrow, lest the French lady's virtue should be offended." At this both laughed, Monmouth at his father, Carford at his King.
"What's that ?" cried the Duke an instant later.
Now what disturbed him was no other than a most imprudent exclamation wrung from me by what I heard; it must have reached them faintly, yet it was enough.