“You will not credit what I say,” rejoined Carver. “Why, therefore, should I speak?”
“Look round this assembly,” pursued Philip, “and say whether anyone within it is known to thee.”
“I see none but Spanish nobles and priests,” rejoined Carver, in accents of contempt.
“Look again, Derrick,” said Rodomont “They are not all Spaniards. There is a Frenchman among them.”
“It may be,” replied the wounded man. “What is that to me?”
“Much,” replied Rodomont.
“I pray your excellency to approach the litter,” said Philip to the French ambassador.
“Readily,” replied De Noailles, advancing. “Have you ever beheld me before?” he said to the prisoner.
“Equivocate not, but answer plainly, Derrick,” said Rodomont. “Have you ever beheld his excellency before?”
“I have,” replied the prisoner. “I saw him last night, in a house near the West-gate.”