In spite of myself I could not help pausing, and whether the king's brother had fears concerning what I should do with my knowledge, or whether he desired to enlist my friendship, I know not, but before I could speak, he went on—
"Ay, I read it."
"What did it say?"
"It was a marriage contract between his Majesty and the Welsh girl, Lucy Walters."
"You can take your oath to this?"
"I can take my oath that I read such words on a piece of parchment."
"Signed by Charles Stuart?"
"Ay, and by others."
"Their names?"