the court.  The door stood open, revealing a flight of stairs, rather steep, but wide and stately, going right up between two straight walls.  At the top stood lady Margaret’s gentleman usher, Mr. Harcourt by name, who received them with much courtesy, and conducting them to a small room on the left of the landing, went to announce their arrival to lady Margaret, to whose private parlour this was the antechamber.  Returning in a moment, he led them into her presence.

She received them with a frankness which almost belied the stateliness of her demeanour.  Through the haze of that reserve which a consciousness of dignity, whether true or false, so often generates, the genial courtesy of her Irish nature, for she was an O’Brien, daughter of the earl of Thomond, shone clear, and justified her Celtic origin.

‘Welcome, cousin!’ she said, holding out her hand while yet distant half the length of the room, across which, upborne on slow firm foot, she advanced with even, stately motion, ’And you also, reverend sir,’ she went on, turning to Mr. Herbert.  ’I am told we are indebted to you for this welcome addition to our family—­how welcome none can tell but ladies shut up like ourselves.’

Dorothy was already almost at her ease, and the old clergyman soon found lady Margaret so sensible and as well as courteous—­prejudiced yet further in her favour, it must be confessed, by the pleasant pretence she made of claiming cousinship on the ground of the identity of her husband’s title with his surname—­that, ere he left the castle, liberal as he had believed himself, he was nevertheless astonished to find how much of friendship had in that brief space been engendered in his bosom towards a catholic lady whom he had never before seen.

Since the time of Elizabeth, when the fear and repugnance of the nation had been so greatly and justly excited by the apparent probability of a marriage betwixt their queen and the detested Philip of Spain, a considerable alteration had been gradually wrought in the feelings of a large portion of it in respect of their catholic countrymen—­a fact which gave strength to the position of the puritans in asserting the essential identity of episcopalian with catholic politics.  Almost forty years had elapsed since the Gunpowder Plot; the queen was a catholic; the episcopalian party was itself at length endangered by the extension and development of the very principles on which they had themselves broken away from the church of Rome; and the catholics were friendly to the government of the king, under which their condition was one of comfort if not influence, while under that of the parliament they had every reason to anticipate a revival of persecution.  Not a few of them doubtless cherished the hope that this revelation of the true spirit of dissent would result in driving the king and his party back into the bosom of the church.

The king, on the other hand, while only too glad to receive what aid he might from the loyal families of the old religion, yet saw that much caution was necessary lest he should alienate the most earnest of his protestant friends by giving ground for the suspicion that he was inclined to purchase their co-operation by a return to the creed of his Scottish grand-mother, Mary Stuart, and his English great-great-grand-mother, Margaret Tudor.