Nay, look not offended, lad.

It is my fault for being over-deep to thee.

I should have considered thy intellect.' 'Nay, Master Jeremy, make no apologies.

It is I that should excuse myself; but, God knows, I have no politics.' 'Stick to that, my lad,' he answered; 'so shalt thou die easier.

Now, in ten words (without parties, or trying thy poor brain too much), I am here to watch the gathering of a secret plot, not so much against the King as against the due succession.' 'Now I understand at last.