“Ye hae heard, Sir John, that the Jacobite, Jerome Caryl, is to be examined privately at Kensington to-morrow?”
He put his hand to his black velvet cravat as if to loosen it.
“Yes, I have heard.”
She rose, still not looking at him, and crossed to the door.
“Good-even, Sir John.”
Under the influence of his splendid presence her voice was almost timid.
“Good-even, madam.”
He opened the door for her in an indifferent manner, and when she had gone he crossed to the bureau and snatched up the candle she had held, and gazed at his portrait as she had gazed, with a strange curiosity.
CHAPTER XXI
WILLIAM OF ORANGE
Jerome Caryl was informed that he was to be examined. It was the day after his arrest, he had been followed to his lodging, taken quietly and conveyed to the guard-house at Kensington. No chance was his to pass on warning to any save Berwick, and it was doubtful whether he now would be able to leave the country. The government was on the alert.