He is, he says, not merely the feudal chief of a small island, but one of the noble Peers of England, who must not remain in the security of an obscure and distant castle, when his name, or that of his mother, is slandered before his Prince and people.

He will take his place, he says, in the House of Lords, and publicly demand justice for the insult thrown on his house, by perjured and interested witnesses." "It is a generous resolution, and worthy of my friend," said Julian Peveril.

"I will go with him and share his fate, be it what it may." "Alas, foolish boy!" answered the Countess, "as well may you ask a hungry lion to feel compassion, as a prejudiced and furious people to do justice.

They are like the madman at the height of frenzy, who murders without compunction his best and dearest friend; and only wonders and wails over his own cruelty, when he is recovered from his delirium." "Pardon me, dearest lady," said Julian, "this cannot be.

The noble and generous people of England cannot be thus strangely misled.