I don't believe he'd have gone quite the pace he did if it hadn't been for George."
Erceldoune moved impatiently; these latter royal memories connected with the King's Best were no honour to him; they were so many brands of an extravagant vice, and a madman's ostentation, that had made him penniless, and bought a sovereign's smile with disgrace.
"I dare say, sir. I never knew any use that monarchs were yet, save in some form or another to tax their subjects."
Glencairne laughed: he had not seen much of the man who was now his host, but what he had seen he liked; the Duke abhorred the atmosphere of adulation in which, being a Duke, he was compelled to dwell, and Erceldoune's utter incapability of subservience or flattery refreshed him.
At that moment luncheon was served: the promised cold game in abundance, with some prime venison, some potted char, and a pile of superb strawberries; plain enough, and all the produce of the moorlands round, but accompanied by pure claret, and served on antique and massive plate which had been in the King's Best for centuries, and was saved out of the total wreck of its fortunes, and at which Lord Polemore looked
