When, however, with some difficulty they got him away from Philip’s bedside down to supper, the King came and made him high compliments upon the distinguished bravery of his sons, and Mericour interpreted, till Sir Marmaduke—­though answering that of course the lads must do their duty, and he was only glad to hear they had done it—­became more and more radiant and proud, as he began to gather what their trials and what their steadfastness and courage had been.  His goodly face, beaming with honest gladness, was, as Henry told the Duchess, an absolute ornament to her table.

Unable, however, to converse with any one but Berenger and Mericour, and pining all the time to get back to his son, the lengthy and ceremonious meal was a weary penance to him; and so soon as his release was possible, he made his way up-stairs again, where he found Philip much refreshed by a long sleep, and only afraid that he should find the sight of his father merely a dream; then, when satisfied on that head, eager to hear of all at home—­ ‘the sisters, the dogs, my mother, and my little brother?’ as he arranged his inquiry.

‘Ha! you heard of that, did you?’

‘Yes,’ said Philip, ’the villains gave us letters once—­only once—­ and those what they thought would sting us most.  O father, how could you all think such foul shame of Berry?’

’Don’t speak of it, Phil; I never did, nor Aunt Cecily, not for a moment; but my Lord is not the man he was, and those foes of yours must have set abroad vile reports for the very purpose of deceiving us.  And then this child must needs be born, poor little rogue.  I shall be able to take to him now all is right again; but by St. George, they have tormented me so about him, and wanted me to take him as a providence to join the estates together, instead of you and Berry, that I never thought to care so little for a child of my own.’

’We drank his health at Nid de Merle, and were not a little comforted that you would have him in our place.’

’I’d rather—–­ Well, it skills not talking of it, but it just shows the way of women.  After all the outcry Dame Annora had made about her poor son, and no one loving him or heeding his interest save herself, no sooner was this little fellow born than she had no thought for any but he, and would fain have had her father settle all his lands on him, protesting that if Berry lived, his French lands were enough for him.  Out of sight, out of mind, is the way with women.’

Womanhood was already made accountable for all Lady Thistlewood’s follies, and Philip acquiesced, asking further, ’Nay, but how came you hither, father?  Was it to seek us or Eustacie?’