'I am glad you have the wit to see I have too much taste to be a
roundhead.'

'Thank you,' said Guy; 'I hope I shall know your jest from your earnest
another time. Only if you would oblige me, you would never jest again
about King Charles.'

His brow darkened into a stern, grave expression, so entirely in
earnest, that Charles, though making no answer, could not do otherwise
than feel compliance unavoidable. Charles had never been so entirely
conquered, yet, strange to say, he was not, as usual, rendered sullen.

At night, when Guy had taken him to his room, he paused and said--'You
are sure that you have forgiven me?'

'What! You have not forgotten that yet?' said Charles.

'Of course not.'

'I am sorry you bear so much malice,' said Charles, smiling.

'What are you imagining?' cried Guy. 'It was my own part I was
remembering, as I must, you know.'

Charles did not choose to betray that he did not see the necessity.

'I thought King Charles's wrongs were rankling. I only spoke as taking
liberties with a friend.'

'Yes,' said Guy, thoughtfully, 'it may be foolish, but I do not feel as