More I will not.' 'What gavest thou then ?' 'My word that I would work neither thee nor thine any hurt withal, my lord.' 'Then there are traitors within my gates!' cried the marquis.
'Truly, that I know not, my lord,' answered Richard.
'Prithee tell me how them gat thee into my house, Mr.Heywood?
It were but neighbourly.' 'It were but neighbourly, my lord, to hang young Scudamore and Tom Fool for thieves.' 'Tell me how thou gat hold of the watchword, good boy, and I will set thee free, and give thee thy mare again.' 'I will not, my lord.' 'Then the devil take thee!' said the marquis, rising.
The same moment Richard reeled, and but for the men about him, would have fallen heavily.
Dorothy darted forward, but could not come near him for the crowd.
'My lord Charles,' cried the marquis, 'see the poor fellow taken care of.

Let him sleep, and perchance on the morrow he will listen to reason.
Mistress Watson will see to his hurts.

I would to God he were on our side! I like him well.' The men took him up and followed lord Charles to the housekeeper's apartment, where they laid him on a bed in a little turret, and left him, still insensible, to her care, with injunctions to turn the key in the lock if she went from the chamber but for a moment.

'For who can tell,' thought lord Charles, greatly perplexed, 'but as he came he may go ?' Some of the household had followed them, and several of the women would gladly have stayed, but Mrs.Watson sent all away.

Gradually the crowd dispersed.