country breeding. But thou hast by nature the turn of the neck, and
the tread that belong to our Lorraine blood, the blood of
Charlemagne, and now that I have thee altogether, see if I train thee
not so as to bring out the princess that is in thee; and so, good-
night, my bairnie, my sweet child; I shall sleep to-night, now that I
have thy warm fresh young cheek beside mine. Thou art life to me, my
little one."




CHAPTER XXII. TUTBURY



James VI. again cruelly tore his mother's heart and dashed her hopes
by an unfeeling letter, in which he declared her incapable of being
treated with, since she was a prisoner and deposed. The not
unreasonable expectation, that his manhood might reverse the
proceedings wrought in his name in his infancy, was frustrated. Mary
could no longer believe that he was constrained by a faction, but
perceived clearly that he merely considered her as a rival, whose
liberation would endanger his throne, and that whatever scruples he
might once have entertained had given way to English gold and
Scottish intimidation.

"The more simple was I to look for any other in the son of Darnley
and the pupil of Buchanan," said she, "but a mother's heart is slow
to give up her trust."