To what manner of men had he leagued himself?
He looked Grey steadily between the eyes.
"I mind me of an occasion on which such a charge of foolish clemency might, indeed--and with greater justice--have been levelled against His Majesty," said he and his calm was almost terrible.
His lordship grew pale at the obvious allusion to Monmouth's mild treatment of him for his cowardice at Bridport, and his eyes were as baleful as Wilding's own at that moment.

But before he could speak, Monmouth had already answered Mr.Wilding.
"You are wanting in respect to us, sir," he admonished him.
Mr.Wilding bowed to the rebuke in a submission that seemed ironical.
The blood mounted slowly to Monmouth's cheeks.
"Perhaps," put in Wade, who was anxious for peace, "Mr.Wilding has some explanation to offer us of his failure." His failure! They took too much for granted.

Stitched in the lining of his boot was the letter from the Secretary of State.

To have achieved that was surely to have achieved something.
"I thank you, sir, for supposing it," answered Wilding, his voice hard with self-restraint; "I have indeed an explanation." "We will hear it," said Monmouth condescendingly, and Grey sneered, thrusting out his bloated lips.
"I have to offer the explanation that Your Majesty is served in London by cowards; self-sufficient and self-important cowards who have hindered me in my task instead of helping me.

I refer particularly to Colonel Danvers." Grey interrupted him.