Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton, The Last of the Barons — Complete
“ Leaping on his palfrey, Hastings rode back to the Tower, dismounted at the gate, passed on to the little postern in the inner court, and paused not till he was in Warner’s room. “How now, friend Adam? Thou art idle.” “Lord Hastings, I am ill.” “And thy child not with thee?” “She is gone to her grace the duchess, to pray her to grant me leave to go home, and waste no more life on making gold.” “Home! Go hence! We cannot hear it! The duchess must not grant it. I will not suffer the king to lose so learned a philosopher.” ”
