She sent word that the Duke would do
her son only too much honour by thus troubling himself. I did not
miss the chance of marshalling him upstairs, and gaining one sight of
my brother--oh! so sadly wasted in these few days, his cheeks
flushed, his breath labouring, his eyes worn and sleepless, as he
lay, raised high on his pillow. He looked up with pleasure into the
Duke's face. My mother was making speeches and ceremonies; but after
bowing in reply, the Duke, holding Eustace's hand, leant over him and
said; 'Can I do anything for you? Shall I send for a chaplain?'
Eustace's eye brightened, and he answered in a voice so faint that
the Prince only heard by bending over him:
'An order from the King for some one to remain--Then I need not be
ever watching----'
'I shall wait till he comes,' said the Prince and Eustace gave SUCH a
look of thankfulness, and pressed the hand that had been laid in his.
The Duke, with politeness, asked permission of my mother to write a
billet to his brother, with a report of Lord Walwyn, at the writing-
table in the room. He wrote two--one to the King, another to the
chaplain, D. Hargood, bidding him obtain orders from King Charles to
remain with Lord Walwyn; and he despatched them by the gentleman who
had followed him, asking permission of my mother to remain a little
while with my lord.
Poor mother! she could not refuse, and she did, after all, love her
son enough to be relieved, as an air of rest and confidence stole
over his features, as the princely boy sat down by him, begging that
he might spare some one fatigue while he was there.
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