“That cannot be. I fear you not.”
“You may learn to do so to your cost, Warbeck.”
“It remains with you, then, to name the day and hour. I am always ready to accommodate gentlemen in a small way.”
With these words, Ned and Garnet jumped into the coach, and drove homewards.
“I must clip that youngster’s wings,” said the colonel; “he is inclined to fly too high.”
“Then, colonel, you will have great trouble, I fear,” said one of the royal pages, who, in crossing the palace yard, had heard all that; had been said.
“Who is that?” asked the colonel, hastily.
“Your friend Simon, the page.”
“Ah, Simon, have you been disturbed again?”
“Yes, by those two hot-headed fellows who have just left you.”