"'Tis that mongrel Grey," said he.

"Oh, Anthony, to what an affair have we set our hands?
Naught can prosper with that fellow in it." He laid his hand on Wilding's arm and lowered his voice.

"As I have hinted before, 'twould not surprise me if time proved him a traitor.

Failure attends him everywhere, and so unfailingly that one wonders is not failure invited by him.

And that fool Monmouth! Pshaw! See what it is to serve a weakling.