He was--as Mr.Caryll had remarked on the first occasion that they met--the worst dissembler that ever set hand to a conspiracy.

He betrayed himself at every step, if not positively, by incautious words, why then by the utter lack of control he had upon his countenance.
He made now a wild attempt to bluster.

"Lies! Lies!" he protested.

"Your ladyship's a-dreaming.

Should I be making bad worse by plotting at my time of life?
Should I?
What can King James avail me, indeed ?" "'Tis what I will ask Rotherby to help me to discover," she informed him.
"Rotherby ?" he cried.