"I thank you again, Banks. I shall bear in mind your devotion,"
I replied. "But I had nothing to do with sending the duke to Covent
Garden."
"Ay, sir, so I tells Whipple."
"Pray, how did you know?" I demanded curiously.
"Lord, sir! All the servants at Almack's is friends o' mine," says he.
"But Whipple declares his Grace will be sworn you did it, sir, tho' the
Lord Mayor hisself made deposition 'twas not."
"Then mark me, Banks, you are not to talk of this."
"Oh, Lord, no, your honour," he said, as he fell back. But I was not so sure of his discretion as of his loyalty.
And so I was led to perceive that I was not to be the only aggressor in the struggle that was to come. That his Grace did me the honour to look upon me as an obstacle. And that he intended to seize the first opportunity to make way with me, by fair means or foul.
End of Project Gutenberg's Richard Carvel, Volume 5, by Winston Churchill