"In my opinion, madam, the young man himself is very obstinate. Nothing seems good enough for him. I am sure he is very well lodged, yet he is not satisfied with his room."
"Well, let him have a better room, Margaret."
"I think you show him too much indulgence, madam. But I will attend to your orders."
And Margaret departed.
On going down-stairs, Jane repaired to the butler's pantry, where she found Pope, and was about to give him some further directions, when he said to her, in a very grave tone:
"I do not know, madam, whether you are aware that I had the honour of serving Mr. Thomas Jermyn, when he was groom of the bedchamber to the Prince of Wales at Richmond. His royal highness was a boy at the time, but I recollect him perfectly."
He paused and looked at Jane, but as she made no remark, he went on.
"Subsequently, I served in the late king's army under Colonel Bagot, and constantly saw the prince at that time, so that his features are graven upon my memory."
"Why do you mention this to me, Pope?" inquired Jane, uneasily, for she suspected what was coming.
"Can you not guess, madam?" he rejoined. "Well, then, since I must needs speak plainly—in your groom, Will Jones, I recognise the king."