“Yes,” answered Sir Gabriel, with a little smile.
The Duke smiled again too, for no reason but good-nature.
“It has been a most marvellous campaign,” he remarked, with his usual utter absence of tact. “A glorious beginning to the war——”
“For the King of France, your Grace,” replied Sir Gabriel. “I am in the service of the Prince of Orange.”
“Ah, yes—forgive me,” said Monmouth sweetly; “but I hope it will be to His Highness’ advantage also.”
With which vague remark he changed the subject.
“Did you see my lord Arlington lately?”
“I crossed from Harwich with him.”
His Grace half frowned.
“I should have heard from him. It is astonishing, Sir Gabriel, how difficult it is to get letters here.”