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The King soon found his way towards the palace, but as he came to the palace gate it happened that his son Prince Edgar was standing there, and before Bevis the hound could dash out to greet his master, Prince Edgar had rushed towards his father and caught him by the hand. The King was rather startled but thought to himself: "Oh, how will the giant know who met me?
So saying the toad went back into his hole and went to sleep. All this talking had passed away the morning, but in the afternoon, when the sun got a little lower, and the heat was not quite so great, Bevis, who had not been allowed to go out at noon, came forth again, and at once started up the Home Field.
To-day, tempted by the brilliant sunshine, they had brought their bathing costumes, towels, and tea-basket, and meant to secure the last dip of the holidays in case the weather should change and further mermaiding should prove impossible. They chatted briskly as they climbed the path up the cliff. "Too bad Bevis has gone back to school! I thought we should just have seen him before he went!"
"And what is that you sing about?" said Bevis, impatiently. "My darling," said the brook, "I do not know myself always what I am singing about. I am so happy I sing, sing, and never think about what it means; it does not matter what you mean as long as you sing.
After Bevis had been lifted up to the window-ledge to look in at this desolation, they went on down towards the orchard, as if the old gentleman was not within he was certain to be there. They found the gate of the orchard open rather an unusual thing, as he generally kept it locked, even when at work inside and as they stepped in, they saw a modern double-barrel gun leant against a tree.
"So I suppose the Chase isn't our home any longer?" asked Dulcie, as the young Ingletons clustered round their cousin for explanations. "Who is this Leslie? We've never heard anything of him before." "I didn't know Uncle Tristram had a son!" said Roland. "Will everything be his instead of Everard's?" asked Bevis pitifully. "No, and yes," replied Cousin Clare.
Bevis, who had advanced to support Joan in her opposition, humbled his lion-port, with that wonderful instinct which makes his race remember so long those with whom they have been familiar, and acknowledged his master's relative, by doing homage in his fashion, with his head and tail.
Oh, very good indeed! Quite eccentric! Dear me, what humour he has! 'Is that my Sally? croaked the dwarf, ogling the fair Miss Brass. 'Is it Justice with the bandage off her eyes, and without the sword and scales? Is it the Strong Arm of the Law? Is it the Virgin of Bevis? 'What an amazing flow of spirits! cried Brass. 'Upon my word, it's quite extraordinary!
"Ah, but my dear Sir Bevis," said the squirrel, "you do not know all, or you would not say what you did. You think because the elm has no legs and cannot run after you, and because he has no hands and cannot catch you, that therefore he cannot do you any harm. You are very much mistaken; that is a very malicious elm, and of a very wicked disposition.
We shall see presently what they have contrived I am much mistaken if they have not put their heads together for something. Do you keep quite still, Bevis dear, when the birds come, and take care and not frighten them." "I will," said Bevis; "I will be very quiet." "It is my turn to tell you a story now," said a green flag waving to and fro in the brook. "The reed has been talking too much."
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