"Here, sir, is a letter from King James to my father, and here is a letter from my father to King James.

From their contents, you will gather how far advanced are matters, what devilries are being hatched here in his majesty's dominions." Mr.Templeton received them, and crossed to the window that he might examine them.

His countenance lengthened.

Rotherby took his stand beside his mother's chair, both observing Mr.Caryll, who, in his turn, was observing Mr.Templeton, a faint smile playing round the corners of his mouth.

Once they saw him stoop and whisper something in Hortensia's ear, and they caught the upward glance of her eyes, half fear, half question.
Mr.Green, by the door, stood turning his hat in his hands, furtively watching everybody, whilst drawing no attention to himself--a matter in which much practice had made him perfect.
At last Templeton turned, folding the letters.