The men ceased playing and gathered nearer.  The spell was broken.  That strange and mysterious look vanished from Lady Sue’s face; she turned away from the speakers and idly plucked a few bunches of acorn from an overhanging oak.

“Of a truth,” replied Sir Marmaduke, whose eyes were still steadily fixed on his ward, “I know as little about the fellow, ma’am, as you do yourself.  He was exiled from France by King Louis for political reasons, so he explained to the old woman Lambert, with whom he is still lodging.  I understand that he hardly ever sleeps at the cottage, that his appearances there are short and fitful and that his ways are passing mysterious....  And that is all I know,” he added in conclusion, with a careless shrug of the shoulders.

“Quite a romance!” remarked Mistress Pyncheon dryly.

“You should speak to him, good Sir Marmaduke,” said Dame Harrison decisively, “you are a magistrate.  ’Tis your duty to know more of this fellow and his antecedents.”

“Scarcely that, ma’am,” rejoined Sir Marmaduke, “you understand ...  I have a young ward living for the nonce in my house ... she is very rich, and, I fear me, of a very romantic disposition ...  I shall try to get the man removed from hence, but until that is accomplished, I prefer to know nothing about him ...”

“How wise of you, good Sir Marmaduke!” quoth Mistress Pyncheon with a sigh of content.

A sentiment obviously echoed in the hearts of a good many people there present.

“One knows these foreign adventurers,” concluded Sir Marmaduke with pleasant irony, “with their princely crowns and forlorn causes ... half a million of English money would no doubt regild the former and bolster up the latter.”

He rose from his seat as he spoke, boldly encountering even as he did so, a pair of wrathful and contemptuous girlish eyes fixed steadily upon him.

“Shall we go within?” he said, addressing his guests, and returning his young ward’s gaze haughtily, even commandingly; “a cup of sack-posset will be welcome after the fatigue of the game.  Will you honor my poor house, mistress? and you, too, ma’am?  Gentlemen, you must fight among yourselves for the privilege of escorting Lady Sue to the house, and if she prove somewhat disdainful this beautiful summer’s afternoon, I pray you remember that faint heart never won fair lady, and that the citadel is not worth storming an it is not obdurate.”

The suggestion of sack-posset proved vastly to the liking of the merry company.  Mistress de Chavasse who had been singularly silent all the afternoon, walked quickly in advance of her brother-in-law’s guests, no doubt in order to cast a scrutinizing eye over the arrangements of the table, which she had entrusted to the servants.

Sir Marmaduke followed at a short distance, escorting the older women, making somewhat obvious efforts to control his own irritability, and to impart some sort of geniality to the proceedings.