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while, with much head-shaking and walking the floor, then Lord St. John
said--
"Plainly, what dost thou think?"
"Plainly, then, this. The King is near his end; my nephew is mad--mad
will mount the throne, and mad remain. God protect England, since she
will need it!"
"
Verily it promiseth so, indeed. But . . . have you no misgivings as to
. . as to . . ."
.
The speaker hesitated, and finally stopped. He evidently felt that he
was upon delicate ground. Lord Hertford stopped before him, looked into
his face with a clear, frank eye, and said--
"Speak on--there is none to hear but me. Misgivings as to what?"
"
I am full loth to word the thing that is in my mind, and thou so near to
him in blood, my lord. But craving pardon if I do offend, seemeth it not
strange that madness could so change his port and manner?--not but that
his port and speech are princely still, but that they DIFFER, in one
unweighty trifle or another, from what his custom was aforetime. Seemeth
it not strange that madness should filch from his memory his father's
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