"You have caught a republican tone from this Puritan party," said Charles haughtily. "How shall I keep within the law who am alone the law?"
Lord Falkland reddened at the rebuke, but answered the King manfully and earnestly.
"Sire, if I am not honest with you, I lack in loyalty. The constitution of England is a mighty thing, and even the King must respect it—even as you have promised. And if you go against it, and against the party and principles of Mr. Pym, there will be great store of unhappiness ahead of us all."
Charles closed the portfolio and flung it down.
"I will do all things in reason," he said, facing the Viscount, "but I stand as fast by my faith as they by their heresies. I will not forsake the Church of England."
Lord Falkland was silent.
"And they ask for the militia," added Charles. "They desire that the army for Ireland be in their hands, officered by their creatures."
"Your Majesty," suggested Falkland, "might allow them the militia for a time."
"No, by Christ!" cried Charles, "not for an hour! You ask what was never asked of King before. Neither Church nor sword will I surrender."
"Then the conference of Your Majesty with Mr. Pym hath been unavailing?" asked my lord mournfully.