“And you refuse the pardon?”
“On those terms, your Grace, I must.”
“Well——” and she was silent a moment, “you are a fool, sir.”
Anthony bowed again.
“But I like courage.—Well, then, you will not be my servant?”
“I have ever been that, your Grace; and ever will be.”
“Well, well,—but not at Court?”
“Ah! your Grace knows I cannot,” cried Anthony, and his voice rang sorrowfully.
Again there was silence.
“You must have your way, sir, for poor Minnie’s sake; but it passes my understanding what you mean by it. And let me tell you that not many have their way with me, rather than mine.”