made reverence to the justice, and the two departed in the wake of the constable toward the jail.

The moment the street was reached, the inflamed monarch halted, snatched away his hand, and exclaimed —

“Idiot, dost imagine I will enter a common jail alive?”

Hendon bent down and said, somewhat sharply —

“Will you trust in me? Peace! and forbear to worsen our chances with dangerous speech. What God wills, will happen; thou canst not hurry it, thou canst not alter it; therefore wait, and be patient — ’twill be time enow to rail or rejoice when what is to happen has happened.” {1}