The door was closed behind him, and he heard the bolts drawn, and then his host ran downstairs and told the frightened servants to open the doors, which had so far resisted the attack from without.

Headed by an officer, the soldiers rushed in.
"What means this violence ?" the gentleman asked.

"Why is my house broken into in this way ?" "I arrest you, and all who are in this house," the officer said, "on the charge of treason." "Treason!" the gentleman said, coolly.

"You will find no treason here.

I have a few friends upstairs, who are cracking a bottle of port; but that is not, so far as I am aware, against the law." The officer ran upstairs to the room where the others were standing, as if surprised at the tumult, round the table, on which were bottles and half-filled glasses.
"Take the names of all these persons," the officer said to the sergeant who followed him, "and then convey them in custody to the castle." "There is no trouble about their names," the host said.