“I will endeavour,” said Blake, with a sarcasm lost on Albemarle, “to follow Your Grace's lofty example.”
“You will do well, sir,” said the Duke, and was shocked that Trenchard should laugh at such a moment.
“I was about to protest, sir,” said Blake, “that it is monstrous I should be accused by Mr. Trenchard. He has but the slightest acquaintance with me.”
Trenchard bowed to him across the chamber. “Admitted, sir,” said he. “What should I be doing in bad company?” An answer this that set Albemarle bawling with laughter. Trenchard turned to the Duke. “I will begin, an it please Your Grace, with the expressions used last night in my presence at the Bell Inn at Bridgwater by Mr. Richard Westmacott, and I will confine myself strictly to those matters on which my testimony can be corroborated by that of other witnesses.”
Colonel Luttrell interrupted him to turn to Richard. “Do you recall those expressions, sir?” he asked him.
Richard winced under the question. Nevertheless, he braced himself to make the best defence he could. “I have not yet heard,” said he, “what those expressions were; nor when I hear them must it follow that I recognize them as my own. I must admit to having taken more wine, perhaps, than... than...” Whilst he sought the expression that he needed Trenchard cut in with a laugh. “In vino veritas, gentlemen,” and His Grace and Sir Edward nodded sagely; Luttrell preserved a stolid exterior. He seemed less prone than his colleagues to forejudging.
“Will you repeat the expressions used by Mr. Westmacott?” Sir Edward begged.
“I will repeat the one that, to my mind, matters most.” Mr. Westmacott, getting to his feet and in a loud voice, exclaimed, “God save the Protestant Duke!”
“Do you admit it, sir?” thundered Albemarle, his eyes glowering upon Richard hesitated a moment, pale and trembling.
“You will waste breath in denying it,” said Trenchard suavely, “for I have a drawer from the Bell Inn, and two gentlemen who overheard you waiting outside.”