"If Margaret be in London," he muttered to himself as he turned slowly away, "now is the time to seize and chain the lioness! Ho, Catesby,--hither (a valuable man that Catesby--a lawyer's nurturing with a bloodhound's nature!)--Catesby, while King Edward rides for pleasure, let thou and I track the scent of his foes.

If the she-wolf of Anjou hath ventured hither, she hides in some convent or monastery, be sure.

See to our palfreys, Catesby! Strange," added the prince, muttering to himself, "that I am more restless to guard the crown than he who wears it! Nay, a crown is a goodly heirloom in a man's family, and a fair sight to see near--and near--and near--" The prince abruptly paused, opened and shut his right hand convulsively, and drew a long sigh..