Dost not recall how that the old Baron Marley, being mad, forgot the favour of his own countenance that he had known for sixty years, and held it was another's; nay, even claimed he was the son of Mary Magdalene, and that his head was made of Spanish glass; and, sooth to say, he suffered none to touch it, lest by mischance some heedless hand might shiver it?
Give thy misgivings easement, good my lord.

This is the very prince--I know him well--and soon will be thy king; it may advantage thee to bear this in mind, and more dwell upon it than the other." After some further talk, in which the Lord St.John covered up his mistake as well as he could by repeated protests that his faith was thoroughly grounded now, and could not be assailed by doubts again, the Lord Hertford relieved his fellow-keeper, and sat down to keep watch and ward alone.

He was soon deep in meditation, and evidently the longer he thought, the more he was bothered.

By-and-by he began to pace the floor and mutter.
"Tush, he MUST be the prince! Will any be in all the land maintain there can be two, not of one blood and birth, so marvellously twinned?
And even were it so, 'twere yet a stranger miracle that chance should cast the one into the other's place.

Nay, 'tis folly, folly, folly!" Presently he said-- "Now were he impostor and called himself prince, look you THAT would be natural; that would be reasonable.