“What say you, sir!” returned the Regent; “is this youth a peasant?”

“He is,” said Wenlock; “let him deny it if he can.”

Edmund, with a modest bow, replied, “It is true indeed I am a peasant, and this honour is too great for me; I have only done my duty.”

The Duke of York, whose pride of birth equalled that of any man living or dead, sheathed his sword immediately.  “Though,” said he, “I cannot reward you as I intended, I will take care that you shall have a large share in the spoils of this night; and, I declare publicly, that you stand first in the list of gallant men in this engagement.”

Thomas Hewson and his associates made a poor figure in their return; they were publicly reproved for their backwardness.  Hewson was wounded in body and more in mind, for the bad success of his ill-laid design.  He could not hold up his head before Edmund; who, unconscious of their malice, administered every kind of comfort to them.  He spoke in their behalf to the commanding officer, imputing their conduct to unavoidable accidents.  He visited them privately; he gave them a part of the spoils allotted to himself; by every act of valour and courtesy he strove to engage those hearts that hated, envied, and maligned him:  But where hatred arises from envy of superior qualities, every display of those qualities increases the cause from whence it arises.

[Another pause ensues here.]

The young nobles and gentlemen who distinguished Edmund were prevented from raising him to preferment by the insinuations of Wenlock and his associates, who never failed to set before them his low descent, and his pride and arrogance in presuming to rank with gentlemen.

[Here the manuscript is not legible for several pages.  There is mention, about this time, of the death of the Lady Fitz-Owen, but not the cause.]

Wenlock rejoiced to find that his schemes took effect, and that they should be recalled at the approach of winter.  The Baron was glad of a pretence to send for them home; for he could no longer endure the absence of his children, after the loss of their mother.

[The manuscript is again defaced for many leaves; at length the letters become more legible, and the remainder of it is quite perfect.]

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From the time the young men returned from France, the enemies of Edmund employed their utmost abilities to ruin him in the Baron’s opinion, and get him dismissed from the family.  They insinuated a thousand things against him, that happened, as they said, during his residence in France, and therefore could not be known to his master; but when the Baron privately enquired of his two elder sons, he found there was no truth in their reports.  Sir Robert, though he did not love him, scorned to join in untruths against him.  Mr. William spoke of him with the warmth of fraternal affection.  The Baron perceived that his kinsmen disliked Edmund; but his own good