"I pray that your majesty may not be drawn into some snare," she said. "I have great fears that the captain of the lugger may prove treacherous."
"Why should you distrust him?" cried Charles. "Careless has perfect faith in his honesty."
"I can give no reason for my suspicions," she replied, "and I hope they may prove groundless. Zeal for your majesty makes me anxious. Pray allow me to consult with Mr. Norton."
"No," replied the king, in a decided tone. "'Tis needless to do so."
"Your majesty, I am sure, has not a more devoted follower than Major Careless. But he may be deceived."
"Tut! these are idle fears!" exclaimed Charles. "I never knew you so timorous before. Ordinarily, you are full of courage."
"I cannot conquer my apprehensions, sire. I have a presentiment of ill, and I beseech you to listen to me."
"I can scarcely think that it is the high-spirited Jane Lane who speaks to me thus," said the king.
"Think of me as you please, my liege, but follow my counsel," she rejoined. "Again, I entreat you to let me consult with Mr. Norton."
"No—no—no," cried Charles. "Not till I am gone will I allow you to tell him who has been his guest."