"It is a war of religion as much as a war for power.

The king and the Commons may strive who shall govern the realm; but the people who will take up arms will do it more for the triumph of Protestantism than for that of Pym and Hampden." "How tiresome you both are," Lucy Rippinghall interrupted, pouting.

"You brought me out to gather flowers, and you do nothing but talk of kings and Parliament, as if I cared for them.

I call it very rude.

Herbert is often forgetful, and thinks of his books more than of me; but you, Master Harry, are always polite and gentle, and I marvel much that you should be so changed to-day." "Forgive me," Harry said, smiling.