"He went northward to Perth. For a little while he held with Argyle and the Kirk, but the Covenanters drove him too hard. They told him he must purify his Court from all ungodly followers, and so made him dismiss twenty-two English Cavaliers not godly—that is, not Calvinistic—enough. Then Charles, not willing to endure their pious tyranny, ran away to the Highlands behind Perth, and though he was caught and persuaded to return, he did so only on condition that his friends should be with him and fight for him." "Why should the Scots object to that?" asked Mrs. Swaffham. "Because," answered Neville, "these men were mostly Englishmen and Episcopalians; and the Whigs and Covenanters hated them as being too often reckless and wicked men, full of cavalier sauciness. In return, Charles Stuart hated the Whigs and Covenanters, made a mockery of them, and, it is said, did not disguise his amusement and satisfaction at the defeat of the godly army at Dunbar." "And how did these godly men regard Cromwell?" asked Matilda with undisguised scorn. "They troubled us a little in the West," said Neville, "and Cromwell marched the army to Glasgow, and on the next Sabbath day the preachers railed at him from every pulpit in that city. One of them met the Lord General on the street, and attacked him with threats and evil prophecies. I would have shut his lips with a blow, but Cromwell said to me, ’Let him alone; he is one fool, and you are another;’ and the very next day he made friends with this preacher, and I met them coming down the High Street together in very sober and pleasant discourse. After beating these Whigs well at Hamilton, we went into winter quarters at Edinburgh; and Cromwell is now staying at Lord Moray’s house in the Canongate."[1] [1] This house is still standing. "He ought to have taken his rest in Holyrood Palace," said Jane. "I am glad he did not," replied Neville. "’Tis enough to fight the living Stuart; why should he run into mortal danger by invading the home of that unlucky family? A man sleeps in his dwelling-place,—and when he sleeps he is at the mercy of the dead." "Not so," said Jane. "The good man is at the mercy of God, and if he sleeps, his angel wakes and watches. ’I will lay me down in peace and take my rest: for it is Thou, Lord, only, that makest me dwell in safety.’" Neville looked steadily at her as she spoke with such a glad confidence; and Jane’s face grew rosy under his gaze, while Neville’s smile widened slowly, until his whole countenance shone with pleasure. They spoke next of the Parliament and the Council; and Mrs. Swaffham said, "For all she could find out, they had been at their usual work,—good and bad." "And generally bad," ejaculated Matilda.