"The king has no authority here," he said.
"Pardon me, Sir Paul," rejoined Chowles, who began to be seriously alarmed at his own situation, and eagerly grasped at the opportunity that offered of extricating himself from it--"pardon me.

If it is the king's pleasure she should be removed, it materially alters the case, and I can be no party to her detention." "Both you and your employer will incur his majesty's severest displeasure, by detaining her after this notice," remarked Leonard.
"Before I listen to the young man's request, let him declare that it is his intention to deliver her up to the king," rejoined Parravicin, coldly.
"It is my intention to deliver her up to one who has the best right to take charge of her," returned Leonard.
"You mean her father," sneered Parravicin.
"Ay, but not the person you suppose to be her father," replied Leonard.
"An important discovery has been made respecting her parentage." "Indeed!" exclaimed Parravicin, with a look of surprise.

"Who has the honour to be her father ?" "A gentleman named Thirlby," replied Leonard.
"What!" cried Parravicin, starting, and turning pale.

"Did you say Thirlby ?" The apprentice reiterated his assertion.

Parravicin uttered a deep groan, and pressed his hand forcibly against his brow for some moments, during which the apprentice watched him narrowly.