opinion; and has satisfactorily proved to us that the spy we suspected him to be was anither person, wha shall be nameless.  Ha! here comes the Count himself,” he exclaimed, as the Spanish Ambassador approached.  “Your Excellency will be glad to hear, after the handsome manner you have spoken of him, that it is our intention to restore Sir Jocelyn to the favour he previously enjoyed.  My Lord of Buckingham is to have a warrant for his release from the Fleet, and we shall trust to see him soon at Court as heretofore.”

“While your Majesty is in this gracious mood,” said De Gondomar, bending lowly, “suffer me to prefer a request respecting a person of very inferior consequence to Sir Jocelyn—­but one in whom I nevertheless take an interest—­and who is likewise a prisoner in the Fleet.”

“And ye require a warrant for his liberation—­ah, Count?”

“Your Majesty has said it,” replied De Gondomar, again bending lowly.

“What is the nature of his offence?” demanded the King.

“A trifling outrage upon myself,” returned the Ambassador;—­“a mere nothing, your Majesty.”

“Ah!  I know whom you mean.  You refer to that rascally apprentice, Dick Taverner,” cried James.  “Call ye his attack upon you a trifling outrage—­a mere nothing, Count.  I call it a riot—­almost a rebellion—­to assault an ambassador.”

“Whatever it may be, I am content to overlook it,” said De Gondomar; “and, in sooth, the knaves had received some provocation.”

“Aweel, since your Excellency is disposed to view it in that light,” rejoined James—­“since ye display such generosity towards your enemies, far be it from us to oppose your wishes.  The order for the ’prentice’s release shall be made out at the same time as Sir Jocelyn’s.  My Lord of Buckingham will give orders to that effect to the Clerk of the Court, and we will attach our sign manual to the warrants.  And now—­have ye not done?” he continued, observing that Buckingham still lingered.  “Have ye any mair requests to prefer?”

“I had some request to make on the part of the Prince, my Liege,” replied the Marquis; “but his Highness, I perceive, is about to speak to you himself.”

As he said this, Prince Charles, who had occupied a seat among the Council, drew near, and stepping upon the elevation on which the chair of state was placed, so as to bring himself on a level with his royal father, made a long and apparently important communication to him in a very low tone.  James listened to what was said by his son with great attention, and seemed much surprised and indignant at the circumstances, whatever they were, related to him.  Ever and anon, he could not repress a great oath, and, but for the entreaties of Charles, would have given vent to an explosion of choler, which must have betrayed the secret reposed to his keeping.  Calming himself, however, as well as he could, he at length said, in a low tone—­“We confide the matter to you, since you desire it, for we are assured our dear son will act worthily and well as our representative.  Ye shall be clothed with our authority, and have power to punish these heinous offenders as ye see fit.  We will confirm your judgments, whatever they be, and sae will our Preevy Council.”