of the Stuart time looked in their
doublets, buff boots, long natural hair, and lace. This fashion is
disgusting. Here's old Granthill coming now," he continued, as the
trampling of horses made him glance back. "Don't turn round; don't see
him."

"Very well," said Frank with a laugh; "but whoever he is, I don't
suppose he'll mind whether I bow or not."

"Whoever he is!" cried Andrew contemptuously. "I say, don't you know
that he is one of the King's Ministers?"

"No," said Frank thoughtfully. "Oh yes, I do; I remember now. Of
course. But I've never thought about these things. He's the gentleman,
isn't he, that they say is unpopular?"

"Well, you are partly right. He is unpopular; but I don't look upon him
as a gentleman. Hark! hear that?" he shouted excitedly, as he looked
eagerly toward where the first carriage had passed round the curve ahead
of him on its way toward Westminster.

"Yes, there's something to see. I know; it must be the soldiers. Come
along; I want to see them."

"No, it isn't the soldiers; it's the people cheering Lord Ronald on his
way to the Parliament House. They like him. Every one does. He knows
my father, and yours too. He knows me. Didn't you see him smile? I'll
introduce you to him first time there's a levee."

"No, I say, don't," said Frank, flushing. "He'd laugh at me."

"So do I now. But this won't do, Frank; you mustn't be so modest."

The second carriage which had passed them rolled on round the curve in
the track of the first and disappeared, Frank noticing that many of the
promenaders turned their heads to look after it. Then his attention was
taken up by his companion's words.

"Look here," he cried; "I want to show you Fleet Street."

"Fleet Street," said Frank,--"Fleet Street. Isn't that where Temple Bar
is?"

"Well done, countryman! Quite right."

"Then I don't want to see it."

"Why?" said Andrew, turning to him in surprise at the change which had
come over his companion, who spoke in a sharp, decided way.

"Because I read about the two traitors' heads being stuck up there on
Temple Bar, and it seems so horrible and barbarous."

"So it is, Frank," whispered Andrew, grasping his companion's arm.
"It's horrible and cowardly. It's brutal; and--and--I can't find words
bad enough for the act of insulting the dead bodies of brave men after
they've executed them. But never mind; it will be different some day.
There, I always knew I should like