. Shrewsbury; a romance . something of acoward! I answered, grovelling before him, that it might be—itmight be; but But—who of us is not ? he answered, with a suddengesture between scorn and self-reproof. Do you meanthat, man? And he fixed his eyes on me. Well, itis true. Who of us is not? he repeated, slowly; andturning from me, he began to pace the room, his handsclasped behind him; so that before he had made a singleturn it was easy to see that he had forgotten my presence. Who of us is not afraid—if not of these scoundrels,still of the future, of the return, of Jacobus iraaindus etingetis,
. Shrewsbury; a romance . something of acoward! I answered, grovelling before him, that it might be—itmight be; but But—who of us is not ? he answered, with a suddengesture between scorn and self-reproof. Do you meanthat, man? And he fixed his eyes on me. Well, itis true. Who of us is not? he repeated, slowly; andturning from me, he began to pace the room, his handsclasped behind him; so that before he had made a singleturn it was easy to see that he had forgotten my presence. Who of us is not afraid—if not of these scoundrels,still of the future, of the return, of Jacobus iraaindus etingetis, of another 29th of May ? To be safe now and tobe safe then—who is not thinking of that and living forthat, and j^lanning for that? He was silent a moment, then with something of angerin his voice, My Lord Marlborough, dipped to the lipsin 88, who shall say that for all that he has not made his SHREWSBURY 281 peace ? And has good reason to urge us to let sleepingdogs lie ? And Godolphin, is it only at Newmarket he. AND TURNING FROM ME, HE BEGAN TO PACE THE ROOM, HIS HANDS CLASIED BEHIND HIM has hedged—that he says, the less we go into this thebetter? And Sunderland who trusts no one and whomno one trusts ? And Leeds—all tilings for power ? And 282 SHREWSBURY Clarendon, once pardoned ? And Russell, all temper ?Who knows what pledges they have given, or may give ?Devonshire—Devonshire only has to lose, and stands tolose with me. With me! As he spoke thus he seemed to be so human, and throughthe robe of state and stateliness in which he lived thebeating of the poor human heart was so plainly visible,that my heart went out to him, and with an eager-ness and boldness that now surprise me, I spoke tohim. But, your Grace, I said, while the King lives allgoes well, and were anything to happen to him Yes? said he, staring at me, and no little aston-ished at the interruption. There is the Princess Anne. She is here, she wouldsucceed, and And my Lord Marlborough! said he, sm
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