the Prince, when his Royal Highness was pleased
to sneer at the Colonel, and warmly espoused his cause: "And if your
Majesty does not give him the Garter his father had, when the Marquis
of Esmond comes to your Majesty's court, I will hang myself in my own
garters, or will cry my eyes out." "Rather than lose those," says the
Prince, "he shall be made Archbishop and Colonel of the Guard" (it was
Frank Castlewood who told me of this conversation over their supper).

* There can be very little doubt that the Doctor mentioned
by my dear father was the famous Dr. Arbuthnot.--R. E. W.

"Yes," cries she, with one of her laughs--I fancy I hear it now.
Thirty years afterwards I hear that delightful music. "Yes, he shall be
Archbishop of Esmond and Marquis of Canterbury."

"And what will your ladyship be?" says the Prince; "you have but to
choose your place."

"I," says Beatrix, "will be mother of the maids to the Queen of his
Majesty King James the Third--Vive le Roy!" and she made him a great
curtsy, and drank a part of a glass of wine in his honor.

"The Prince seized hold of the glass and drank the last drop of it,"
Castlewood said, "and my mother, looking very anxious, rose up and asked
leave to retire. But that Trix is my mother's daughter, Harry," Frank
continued, "I don't know what a horrid fear I should have of her. I
wish--I wish this business were over. You are older than I am,
and wiser, and better, and I owe you everything, and would die for
you--before George I would; but I wish the end of this were come."

Neither of us very likely passed a tranquil night; horrible doubts and
torments racked Esmond's soul: 'twas a scheme of personal ambition,
a daring stroke for a selfish end--he knew it. What cared he, in his
heart, who was King? Were not his very sympathies and secret convictions
on the other side--on the side of People, Parliament, Freedom? And here
was he, engaged for a Prince that had scarce heard the word liberty;
that priests and women, tyrants by nature, both made a tool of. The
misanthrope was in no better humor after hearing that story, and his
grim face more black and yellow than ever.

CHAPTER X.

WE ENTERTAIN A VERY DISTINGUISHED GUEST AT KENSINGTON.

Should any clue be found to the dark intrigues at the latter end of
Queen Anne's time, or any historian be inclined to follow it, 'twill be
discovered, I have little doubt, that not one of the great personages
about the Queen