"Have you any message for him, in case I should meet him?" whispered Charles.
"None," replied the page, in the same tone. "But he will remember the house in Angel-lane."
"Ah! then you are——"
The page imposed silence by a look.
Just then Richard Penderel arose, and glanced significantly at Charles, who at once took the hint, and rose likewise.
"Don't let me disturb the company," said Dick. "But Master Jackson and I have a long walk before us, and must be moving."
"Quite right, my son," replied the priest. "But I should like to say a word to Master Jackson before he sets forth."
Taking Charles aside, he said to him in a low earnest tone: "I will not waste time in professions of loyalty and devotion, nor can I be of any present use to your majesty. Whatever your plans may be, I trust Heaven will prosper them, but should it be necessary for you to seek a place of concealment, you will be safe with my worthy friend and patron, Mr. Whitgreave, of Moseley Hall. Richard Penderel will guide you thither."
"Should occasion require it, I will take refuge in Mr. Whitgreave's house," replied Charles.
"Your majesty will be pleased to learn that Lord Wilmot is now at Moseley," pursued Father Huddlestone.