Twenty Years After Chapter 57 Page 4

was there, turned slowly around.

“I said I wished to be alone,” he exclaimed, on seeing the young man.

“They thought this order did not concern me, sir; nevertheless, if you wish it, I am ready to go.”

“Ah!

is it you, Mordaunt?” said Cromwell, the cloud passing away from his face; “since you are here, it is well; you may remain.”

“I come to congratulate you.”

“To congratulate me — what for?”

“On the capture of Charles Stuart. You are now master of England.”

“I was much more really so two hours ago.”