day, only a few hours since, the Lord Chancellor and the
Deputy Earl Marshal of England, informed of the result of your
confrontation with the Comprachico Hardquanonne, have taken her
Majesty's commands. Her Majesty has signed them, according to her royal
will, which is the same as the law. All formalities have been complied
with. To-morrow, and no later than to-morrow, you will take your seat in
the House of Lords, where they have for some days been deliberating on a
bill, presented by the crown, having for its object the augmentation, by
a hundred thousand pounds sterling yearly, of the annual allowance to
the Duke of Cumberland, husband of the queen. You will be able to take
part in the debate."

Barkilphedro paused, breathed slowly, and resumed.

"However, nothing is yet settled. A man cannot be made a peer of
England without his own consent. All can be annulled and disappear,
unless you acquiesce. An event nipped in the bud ere it ripens often
occurs in state policy. My lord, up to this time silence has been
preserved on what has occurred. The House of Lords will not be informed
of the facts until to-morrow. Secrecy has been kept about the whole
matter for reasons of state, which are of such importance that the
influential persons who alone are at this moment cognizant of your
existence, and of your rights, will forget them immediately should
reasons of state command their being forgotten. That which is in
darkness may remain in darkness. It is easy to wipe you out; the more so
as you have a brother, the natural son of your father and of a woman who
afterwards, during the exile of your father, became mistress to King
Charles II., which accounts for your brother's high position at court;
for it is to this brother, bastard though he be, that your peerage would
revert. Do you wish this? I cannot think so. Well, all depends on you.
The queen must be obeyed. You will not quit the house till to-morrow in
a royal carriage, and to go to the House of Lords. My lord, will you be
a peer of England; yes or no? The queen has designs for you. She
destines you for an alliance almost royal. Lord Fermain Clancharlie,
this is the decisive moment. Destiny never opens one door without
shutting another. After a certain step in advance, to step back is
impossible. Whoso enters into transfiguration, leaves behind him
evanescence. My lord, Gwynplaine is dead. Do you understand?"

Gwynplaine trembled from head to foot.

Then he recover