There was a deep, solemn pause, after which Carver continued: “And now, Osbert Clinton, I have some counsel to give you. The success of the great enterprise on which you are engaged will depend on the prudence with which it is conducted. Be not rash. Wait for a favourable opportunity to strike the blow, and take heed that you do not place confidence in traitors.” “We expect men and money from France,” said Osbert. “France will play you false, as she has done before,” replied Carver. “But we are obliged to trust to that power, since we have now no other resources,” said Osbert. “All our possessions have been seized and sequestered, and we have not wherewithal to pay the host we could raise. We have men, but not money. We lack as many chests of gold as were brought from Spain by Philip when he landed at Southampton.” “What became of that Spanish bullion?” demanded Carver. “Part of it has been expended in bribes to our venal nobles,” replied Osbert. “But the rest is deposited in the Tower.” “Is there much of the treasure left?” inquired Carver. “Half is left, as I understand,” replied Osbert. “Why not seize upon it, then?” cried the other. “’Tis lawful spoil. Instead of being employed to corrupt mercenary nobles to enslave their country, let it be used to free the land from Spanish thraldom and Popish tyranny. Have no scruples. Seize upon it, I say. It was brought into England to forge golden fetters for our rulers, let it be turned into avenging swords.” “That treasure, indeed, would accomplish all we seek, if we could obtain possession of it,” said Osbert. “But I have told you it is safely deposited in the Tower.” “And I say to you that it must be your business to get it thence,” rejoined Carver. “You would not have me lay siege to the Tower to obtain it?” said Osbert. “By stratagem you may accomplish what you desire,” returned Carver. “I have no plan to suggest; but if you weigh the matter carefully over, one is sure to occur to you.” “I will give it due consideration,” said Osbert. “Have you aught more to say?” “Only to wish you happiness with her you love,” replied Carver. “My last words to Constance were to urge her to look forward confidently to the day when she will be united to you. For that day will come. It may not come so soon as you anticipate and desire, but come it will. One word more, and I have done. Should this insurrection prosper, and your enemies fall into your hands, let no harm befal Cardinal Pole. And now tarry no longer, my son. Take my blessing with you, and depart.” “It is time,” replied Osbert. “I hear the footsteps of the guard. I shall be near you at the stake. Adieu!” So saying, he disappeared, while Carver, descending from the bench, knelt down and prayed fervently.