“They’ll chop my head off? Pooh! I’m not afraid. You won’t blab.”
“But you’ve no business to be here.”
“Oh yes, I have. Plenty think as I do. You will one of these days.”
“Never! What, go against the King!”
“This German usurper you mean. Oh, you’ll come over to our side.”
“What, with my father in the King’s Guards, and my mother one of the Princess’s ladies of the bed-chamber! Nice thing for a man to have a son who turned traitor.”
“What a red-hot Whig you are, Frank! You’re too young and too fresh to London and the court to understand these things. He’s King because a few Whigs brought him over here. If you were to go about London, you’d find every one nearly on the other side.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“Come for a few walks with me, and I’ll take you where you can hear people talking about it.”
“I don’t want to hear people talk treason, and I can’t get away.”