Courtesy, and I will neither think nor speak of this thing more. Deal not

hardly with me, sir, else am I ruined.'

'I am content, my lord. So thou offend not again, here or in the ears of others,

It shall be as though thou hadst not spoken. But thou needst not have

misgivings. He is my sister's son; are not his voice, his face, his form, familiar

to me from his cradle? Madness can do all the odd conflicting things thou

Seest in him, and more. Dost not recall how that the old Baron Marley, being

Mad, forgot the favor of his own countenance that he had known for sixty

years, and held it was another's; nay, even claimed he was the son of Mary

Magdalene, and that his head was made of Spanish glass; and sooth to say, he

Suffered none to touch it, lest by mischance some heedless hand might shiver

It. Give thy misgivings easement, good my lord. This is the very prince, I know

Him well — and soon will be thy king; it may advantage thee to bear this in

mind and more dwell upon it than the other.'

After some further talk, in which the Lord St. John covered up his mistake as

Well as he could by repeated protests that his faith was thoroughly grounded

Now, and could not be assailed by doubts again, the Lord Hertford relieved

His fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and ward alone. He was soon

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Deep in meditation. And evidently the longer he thought, the more he was