“Aye, Whitehall–with the King!”

There was a wild, hilarious laugh, and she was gone.

Buckingham and Hart stood looking into each other’s face. They heard the sound of coach-wheels rapidly departing in the street.

MISTRESS NELL IS TOLD OF THE KING’S DANGER.

CHAPTER V

It was never treason to steal a King’s kisses.

A year and more had flown.