'A most distasteful garb,' said Wogan. 'It is indeed not what we would choose for the descendant of kings,' murmured Montague gently as he smoothed out the coat. 'Viceroys, Colonel, viceroys.' 'Viceroys, then, Mr. Wogan; but no doubt they murdered, and robbed, and burned, and ravished, just like kings. Besides, you have an example. For I seem to have heard of another Wogan, who went to Innspruck as a shopkeeper.' 'To be sure,' cried Nick. 'That is the finest story in the world. It was my brother Charles--' 'You shall tell me that story another time,' said Montague, and Wogan stripped off his clothes. 'Will you tell me what I am to do when I am dressed?' 'You will go to a certain house.' 'Yes,' said Wogan, and pulled on the lackey's breeches. 'At the house you will find a carriage.' 'I shall find a carriage.' Wogan drew on a stocking. 'You will mount behind as though you were a footman from the house.' 'A footman from the house,' repeated Wogan, and he pulled on the other stocking. 'I shall get into the carriage with a companion. You won't know me. The carriage will drive off. You won't speak a word for fear your brogue should betray you.' 'I will whisper my opinions to you in English, Colonel,' said Wogan as he fastened his garters. 'I don't think you could,' said Montague, 'and certainly you will not try. We shall drive to the almshouses at Dulwich. When we get there, I will make an excuse to stop the carriage.' 'You won't be alone, then?' 'No. Let me see. It is a fine sunny day. I will say that my watch is stopped, and I will send you to see the time by the sundial in the court.' Wogan buttoned his waistcoat. 'I will bring you the exact minute.' 'No you won't. You will cross the court to the chapel, by the chapel you will find a path, and the path will lead you out through an arch into another road, bordered with chestnut trees.' 'And when I am in the road?' Wogan tied his cravat. 'You will find my groom with a horse. The horse will be saddled. There will be pistols in the holsters, and then your patron saint or the devil must help you to get out of the country.' 'I have a friend or two on the coast of Sussex who will do as well,' said Wogan, and he drew the coat over his shoulders, 'and I am very grateful to you. But sure, Colonel, what if a constable pulls me off the carriage by the leg before we are out of London? You will be dipped yourself.' 'There's no fear of that if you hold your tongue.' Wogan took up his hat. 'And who is to be your companion?' Montague hesitated. 'My companion will be a lady.' 'Oh! And where's the house with the carriage waiting at the door?' 'In Queen's Square, Westminster. Wogan looked at his clothes. 'I am wearing her damned livery,' he cried. 'No, I will stay and be hanged like a gentleman, but I take no favours at Lady Oxford's hand,' and in a passion he began to tear off the clothes.