The Duke of York, who seemed to me a handsome courtly prince, was sitting, and by him Lord Arlington.

Opposite to them stood a gentleman to whom the Duke, when I had made my bow, presented me, bidding me know Mr Hudleston, the Queen's Chaplain.

I was familiar with his name, having often, heard of the Romish priest who befriended the King in his flight from Worcester.

I was examining his features with the interest that an unknown face belonging to a well-known name has for us, when the Duke addressed me with a suave and lofty graciousness, his manner being in a marked degree more ceremonious than the King's.
"My Lord Arlington," said he, "has commended you, sir, as a young gentleman of most loyal sentiments.

My brother and we who love him have great need of the services of all such." I stammered out an assurance of devotion.