The old Scottish noble flushed deeply, and with difficulty mastered his indignation.
"I never thought to hear that opprobrious term applied to me by one of your royal house, prince," he said. "But since you have stigmatised all these loyal gentlemen in the same manner, I must bear the reproach as best I can."
"Forgive me, my dear old friend," cried Charles, seizing his hand, and pressing it warmly. "I meant not what I said. No one could possess stauncher friends than I do—no one could appreciate their devotion more profoundly than myself. But my heart is crushed by this bitter and unexpected disappointment. It has come upon me like a clap of thunder—at the very moment when I anticipated success. Since it must be so, we will retreat, though it will half kill me to give the word. Leave me now, I pray of you. I will strive to reconcile myself to the alternative."
Thus enjoined, they all quitted the chamber, and Charles was left alone.
Flinging himself into a chair he remained for some time with his face buried in his hands.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Atherton standing beside him.
"I knew not you were here," said the prince.
"I came to learn your royal highness's commands," replied the other. "Something, I fear, has greatly disturbed you."
"Disturbed me! ay!" cried Charles. "I am forced to retreat."
"By the enemy?" exclaimed Atherton.