'Who 's there? Who 's in waiting?' muttered the Prince, half aloud, as if suddenly arousing himself.
'Kelly--only Kelly,' answered the friar. 'Then the wine is not finished, George, eh? that's certain; the decanters are not empty. What hour is it?' 'As well as I can see, it wants a few minutes of five.'
'Of five! of five! Night or morning, which?'
'Five in the evening. I believe one might venture to call it night, for they're lighting the lamps in the streets already.'
'What's this here for, George,' said the Prince, lifting up the sword. 'We're not going to Bannockburn, are we? Egad! if we be, I trust they 'll give me a better weapon. What nonsense of yours is all this?'
'Don't you remember it was your Majesty's birthday, and that you dressed to receive the ministers?'
'To be sure I do; and we did receive them, George, didn't we? Have I not been drinking loyal toasts to every monarchy of Europe, and wishing well to those who need it not? Fifty-one, or fifty-two, which are we, George?'
'Faith, I forget,' said Kelly carelessly; 'but, like this Burgundy, quite old enough to be better.'
'The reproach comes well from _you_, you old reprobate! Whose counsels have made me what I am? Bolingbroke warned me against you many a long year back. Atterbury knew you too, and told me what you were. By Heaven!' cried he, with a wilder energy, 'it was that very spirit of dictation, that habit of prescribing to me whom to know, where to lean, what to say, and what to leave unsaid, has made me so rash and headstrong through life. A fellow of your caste had otherwise obtained no hold upon me; a lowbred, illiterate drunkard----'
A hearty burst of laughter from Kelly here stopped the speaker, who seemed actually overwhelmed by the cool insolence of the friar.
'Leave me, sir; leave the room!' cried Charles Edward haughtily. 'Let Lord Nairn--no, not him; let Murray of Blair, or Kinloch, attend me.'
Kelly never stirred nor uttered a word, but sat calm and motionless, while Charles, breathing heavily from his recent outburst of passion, lay back, half-exhausted, on the bed. After a few minutes he stretched out his hand and caught his wine-glass; it was empty, and Kelly filled it.
'I say, George,' cried he, after a pause, 'it must be growing late. Shall we not have these people coming to our levee soon?'