This boiler of soap, a prudent, fat-cheeked man, had kept himself free from civil broils, and had long had a covetous eye upon the castle.

It was his ambition, poor worm, to be a gentleman, as though a gabled roof and a crumbling house could ever make him that.

I let him have his way, however, and threw the sum received, every guinea of it, into the King's coffers.

And so I held out until the final ruin of Worcester, when I covered the retreat of the young prince, and may indeed say that save in the Isle of Man I was the last Royalist who upheld the authority of the crown.

The Commonwealth had set a price upon my head as a dangerous malignant, so I was forced to take my passage in a Harwich ketch, and arrived in the Lowlands with nothing save my sword and a few broad pieces in my pocket.' 'A cavalier might do well even then,' remarked Saxon.