“My Lord of Warwick,” he said, “this is your hour of triumph—how obtained your own heart can best reply.”
“No, your grace’s rashness is my answer,” interrupted Warwick, with a bland and courteous inclination, “but I have no time for cavil and recrimination. The king is waiting, and methinks there has been enough of high words for a lady’s presence. Lady Jane, we should all crave pardon for discussing state affairs in so gentle a presence. Permit my son to lead you from the room.”
The young girl looked up and hesitated, then drawing nearer to the duke, she said very mildly—
“My father will permit me to stay. That which concerns him cannot be improper for his daughter to witness.”
The earl seemed embarrassed by her refusal, but after a moment resumed his usual composed manner.
“Forgive me,” he said, “if I am compelled to perform the first duty of my office in a manner which might have been avoided,” and stepping to the door, the Earl of Warwick beckoned with his hand to some persons in the corridor. Instantly three men, whom Somerset knew, entered the closet, and there at his own council table, and in the presence of his child, arrested him for treason.
A death-like stillness reigned throughout the room for the duration of a minute after the warrant was read. Until this moment Dudley had remained inactive, confused and uncertain how to interfere in a scene which seemed passing before him like a wild dream, but now he stepped forward firmly and with the air of a man resolved to act from his own honest impulses at all hazards.
“My lord,” he said, addressing his father, “you will not proceed to such extremities against an old friend.”
Warwick looked in his son’s face, and a slight sneer curled his lip as he muttered, “old friends, indeed—well.”
“I am certain,” resumed Dudley, “your own honorable heart must revolt at an act so cruel. If the Duke of Somerset has offended the king let his majesty find some other person than the Earl of Warwick to proceed against him, lest those who deem that there is little of friendly feeling between the houses of Somerset and Warwick, may impute other motives than a love of justice to the prosecution.”