“I am going to the king. In my absence, Mr. Temple, think for me—I know you feel for me. The object is to discover the authors of this forgery.”
“My lord, may I consult with Mr. Alfred Percy?”
“Yes—with no other person.”
It was not Lord Oldborough’s day for doing business with the king. He was late—the king was going out to ride. His majesty received the minister as usual; but notwithstanding the condescension of his majesty’s words and manner, it was evident to Lord Oldborough’s penetration, that there was a coldness and formality in the king’s countenance.
“I beg I may not detain your majesty—I see I am late,” said Lord Oldborough.
“Is the business urgent, my lord?”
“No, sir; for it concerns principally myself: it can, therefore, wait your majesty’s leisure at any hour your majesty may appoint.”
The king dismounted instantly.
“This moment, my lord, I am at leisure for any business that concerns your lordship.”
The king returned to the palace—Lord Oldborough followed, and all the spectators on foot and horseback were left full of curiosity.