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decided that nothing could have been more opportune. He gave the lackey instructions to pay the coachman, and raced upstairs to his room. He changed his travel-stained garments for his smartest suit, washed his face, and combed out his fair hair. Then he assured himself that Cherrywood's letter was in his pocket, and walked downstairs as calmly as he could. His cheeks were flushed; his eyes were very bright. He felt himself a man of some account; his patriotism flared high.

Two lackeys stood before the thick curtain that shut off the library. Christopher waved to them to draw it back.

"Sir," expostulated one. "His Majesty is within, visiting my lord."

"I am aware of it," said Christopher.

Reluctantly the man held back the curtain. Christopher walked in.

The King was seated with Roxhythe by the window. My lord's lazy voice was the first thing that Christopher heard. Then Charles burst into a great laugh.

"David, you rogue!" His eyes, wandering round the room, alighted on Christopher, who bowed. The laugh died on his lips, and a look of surprise came into his face.

"Cordieu! 'Tis our young friend!"

Roxhythe turned his head. It was characteristic of him that he showed no surprise.

"You arrive at a good moment, Chris."

Charles laughed again.

"Thunder of God, but you are like your master! Do you imitate him, Mr. Dart? I did not expect you yet, and here you are as spruce as though you were off to a ball! I wonder, have you been to Flanders at all?"

Christopher came forward and dropped on his knee before the King. It was one of the greatest moments of his life.

"I have the honour to inform Your Majesty that my mission has been successful." He offered Charles the packet.