Mr.Wilding interposed himself between her and the guard, his hand upon his sword.
"My lord," he cried, "do they teach no better courtesy in France ?" Feversham scowled at him, smiling darkly.

"I shall talk wit' you soon, sare," said he, his words a threat.
"But, my lord..." began Richard.

"I can make it very plain I am no traitor..." "In t'e mornin'," said Feversham blandly, waving his hand, and the sergeant took Richard by the shoulder.
But Richard twisted from his grasp.

"In the morning will be too late," he cried.

"I have it in my power to render you such a service as you little dream of." "Take 'im away," said Feversham wearily.
"I can save you from destruction," bawled Richard, "you and your army." Perhaps even now Feversham had not heeded him but for Wilding's sudden interference.
"Silence, Richard!" he cried to him.