"No. King Charles the Second has been proclaimed in Scotland, and invited to come over."
"That is indeed news," replied Edward. "Where is he now?"
"At the Hague; but it was said that he was going to Paris."
"That is all that you have heard?"
"Yes; that was what was current when Master Heatherstone, was in town. His man, Samson, gave me the news; and he further said, 'that his master's journey to London was to oppose the execution of the three lords; but it was all in vain.'"
"Well," replied Edward, after a pause, "if the king does come over, there will be some work cut out for some of us, I expect. Your news has put me in a fever," continued Edward, taking up the biggin and drinking a large draught of beer.
"I thought it would," replied Oswald; "but until the time comes, the more quiet you keep the better."
"Yes, Oswald; but I can't talk any more; I must be left alone to think. I will go to bed, as I shall be off early in the morning. Is that fellow, Corbould, getting well?"
"Yes, sir; he is out of bed, and walks a little with a stick; but he is still very lame, and will be for some time."
"Good-night, Oswald; if I have any thing to say, I will write and send the boy. I do not want to be seen here any more."