In the cabinet he wrote half a dozen lines setting out simply the change in his views. "If I know Oliver,"he told himself, "I have given him the sign he seeks. I am clear it is God's will, but Heaven help the land—Heaven help us all." Having written, he lay back in his chair and mused.
When Colonel Flowerdue entered he found a brisk and smiling gentleman, sealing a letter.
"Can you spare a man to ride express with this missive to town? It is for General Cromwell's private hand."