As she entered, pale and trembling, Adam rose, and the girl with a wild cry flew to his bosom.
"It is a winsome face, Hastings," said the duke, dryly.

"I pity Master Nevile the lover, and envy my Lord Chamberlain the protector." Hastings laughed, for he was well pleased that Richard's suspicion took that turn.
"And now," he said, "I suppose Master Nevile and the Duchess of Bedford's page may enter.

Your guard stopped them hitherto.

They come for this gentleman from her highness the queen's mother." "Enter, Master Nevile, and you, Sir Page.

What is your errand ?" "My lady, the duchess," said the page, "has sent me to conduct Master Warner to the apartments prepared for him as her special multiplier and alchemist." "What!" said the prince, who, unlike the irritable Clarence, made it his policy to show all decorous homage to the queen's kin, "hath that illustrious lady taken this gentleman into her service?
Why announced you not, Master Warner, what at once had saved you from further questioning?
Lord Hastings, I thank you now for your intercession." Hastings, in answer, pointed archly at Marmaduke, who was aiding Sibyll to support her father.