his
crown for a deed that were shameful if it were done."

"Has your lordship anything to say," says the Prince, turning to Frank
Castlewood, and quite pale with anger; "any threat or any insult, with
which you would like to end this agreeable night's entertainment?"

"I follow the head of our house," says Castlewood, bowing gravely. "At
what time shall it please the Prince that we should wait upon him in the
morning?"

"You will wait on the Bishop of Rochester early, you will bid him bring
his coach hither; and prepare an apartment for me in his own house, or
in a place of safety. The King will reward you handsomely, never fear,
for all you have done in his behalf. I wish you a good night, and
shall go to bed, unless it pleases the Marquis of Esmond to call his
colleague, the watchman, and that I should pass the night with the
Kensington guard. Fare you well, be sure I will remember you. My Lord
Castlewood, I can go to bed to-night without need of a chamberlain." And
the Prince dismissed us with a grim bow, locking one door as he spoke,
that into the supping-room, and the other through which we passed, after
us. It led into the small chamber which Frank Castlewood or MONSIEUR
BAPTISTE occupied, and by which Martin entered when Colonel Esmond but
now saw him in the chamber.

At an early hour next morning the Bishop arrived, and was closeted for
some time with his master in his own apartment, where the Prince laid
open to his counsellor the wrongs which, according to his version, he
had received from the gentlemen of the Esmond family. The worthy prelate
came out from the conference with an air of great satisfaction; he was a
man full of resources, and of a most assured fidelity, and possessed of
genius, and a hundred good qualities; but captious and of a most jealous
temper, that could not help exulting at the downfall of any favorite;
and he was pleased in spite of himself to hear that the Esmond Ministry
was at an end.

"I have soothed your guest," says he, coming out to the two gentlemen
and the widow; who had been made acquainted with somewhat of the dispute
of the night before. (By the version we gave her, the Prince was only
made to exhibit anger because we doubted of his intentions in respect
to Beatrix; and to leave us, because we questioned his honor.) "But I
think, all things considered, 'tis as well he should leave this house;
and then, my Lady Castlewood," says the Bishop, "my pretty Beatrix may
come b