Thither the marquis himself walked first, and on the dais seated himself in his chair of state, with his family and friends around him, and the officers of his household waiting.  On one side of him stood sir Ralph Blackstone, with a bag of gold, and on the other Mr. George Wharton, the clerk of the accounts, with a larger bag of silver.  Then each of the servants, in turn according to position, was called before him by name, and with his own hand the marquis, dipping now into one bag, now into the other, gave to each a small present in view of coming necessities:  they had the day before received their wages.  To each he wished a kind farewell, to some adding a word of advice or comfort.  He then handed the bags to the governor, and told him to distribute their contents according to his judgment amongst the garrison.  Last, he ordered every one to be ready to follow him from the gates the moment the clock struck the hour of noon, and went to his study.

When lord Charles came to tell him that all were marshalled, and everything ready for departure, he found him kneeling, but he rose with more of agility than he had for a long time been able to show, and followed his son.

With slow pace he crossed, the courts and the hall, which were silent as the grave, bending his steps to the main entrance.  The portcullises were up, the gates wide open, the drawbridge down—­all silent and deserted.  The white stair was also vacant, and in solemn silence the marquis descended, leaning on lord Charles.  But beneath was a gallant show, yet, for all its colour and shine, mournful enough.  At the foot of the stair stood four carriages, each with six horses in glittering harness, and behind them all the officers of the household and all the guests on horseback.  Next came the garrison-music of drums and trumpets, then the men-servants on foot, and the women, some on foot and some in waggons with the children.  After them came the waggons loaded with such things as they were permitted to carry with them.  These were followed by the principal officers of the garrison, colonels and captains, accompanied by their troops, consisting mostly of squires and gentlemen, to the number of about two hundred, on horseback.  Last came the foot-soldiers of the garrison and those who had lost their horses, in all some five hundred, stretching far away, round towards the citadel, beyond the sight.  Colours were flying and weapons glittering, and though all was silence except for the pawing of a horse here and there, and the ringing of chain-bridles, everything looked like an ordered march of triumph rather than a surrender and evacuation.  Still there was a something in the silence that seemed to tell the true tale.

In the front carriage were lady Glamorgan and the ladies Elizabeth, Anne, and Mary.  In the carriages behind came their gentlewomen and their lady visitors, with their immediate attendants.  Dorothy, mounted on Dick, with Marquis’s chain fastened to the pommel of her saddle, followed the last carriage.  Beside her rode young Delaware, and his father, the master of the horse.