Coupling Hugh Calveley’s present strange appearance and solemn warning with his previous denunciations uttered in secret, and his intimations of some dread design, with which he had sought to connect the young man himself, intimating that its execution would jeopardize his life; putting these things together, we say, Jocelyn could not for an instant doubt that the King was in imminent danger, and he felt called upon to interfere, even though he should be compelled to act against his father’s friend, and the father of Aveline.  No alternative, in fact, was allowed him.  As a loyal subject, his duty imperiously required him to defend his sovereign; and perceiving that no one (in consequence of the King’s injunctions) advanced towards the Puritan, Jocelyn hastily quitted the Conde de Gondomar, and rushing forward stationed himself between the monarch and his bold admonisher; and so near to the latter, that he could easily prevent any attack being made by him upon James.

Evidently disconcerted by the movement, Hugh Calveley signed to the young man to stand aside, but Jocelyn refused compliance; the rather that he suspected from the manner in which the other placed his hand in his breast that he had some weapon concealed about his person.  Casting a look of bitterest reproach at him, which plainly as words said—­“Ungrateful boy, thou hast prevented my purpose,” the Puritan folded his hands upon his breast with an air of deep disappointment.

“Fly!” cried Jocelyn, in a tone calculated only to reach his ears.  “I will defend you with my life.  Waste not another moment—­fly!”

But Hugh Calveley regarded him with cold disdain, and though he moved not his lips, he seemed to say, “You have destroyed me; and I will not remove the guilt of my destruction from your head.”

The Puritan’s language and manner had filled James with astonishment and fresh alarm; but feeling secure in the propinquity of Jocelyn to the object of his uneasiness, and being closely environed by his retinue, the foremost of whom had drawn their swords and held themselves in readiness to defend him from the slightest hostile attempt, it was not unnatural that even so timorous a person as he, should regain his confidence.  Once more, therefore, he restrained by his gestures the angry impetuosity of the nobles around him, who were burning to chastise the rash intruder, and signified his intention of questioning him before any measures were adopted against him.

“Let him be,” he cried.  “He is some puir demented creature fitter for Bedlam than anywhere else; and we will see that he be sent thither; but molest him not till we hae spoken wi’ him, and certified his condition more fully.  Quit not the position ye hae sae judiciously occupied, young Sir, albeit against our orders,” he cried to Jocelyn.  “Dinna draw your blade unless the fellow seeks to come till us.  Not that we are under ony apprehension; but there are bluidthirsty traitors even in our pacific territories, and as this