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"There was breakfast, dinner, supper in your stroke. I must to the house to find vinegar and brown paper to patch my poll." "Can I aid you?" Evander offered. "I have some slight skill in surgery." "Leave him to me," Halfman interposed. "I have botched as many heads as I have broken." Sir Blaise, leaning heavily on Halfman's arm, replied to Evander's offer in his own way.
Radlett rubbed approving hands. "Well thought. Let him honor his conqueror," he began. The Lord Fawley tripped him up with a new proposal. "Stop, stop; not so fast," he protested. "The fellow has not pledged the King yet. Let him drink the King's health first and be damned to him." The others applauded, but Ingrow, noting a certain sterner tightening of Evander's mouth, interrupted.
I purposely keep back the subject until you see my conception of its capabilities otherwise you would be planning a vase fit to give the go-by to Evander's best crockery, which my cantharus would cut but a sorry figure beside hardly up to the ansa.
In this he was disappointed; Evander's draught wrought no havoc in his speech or demeanor; Halfman was more disappointed that the prisoner took so coldly his laudations of his lady. "The Roundpoll is so mad to be mastered by a woman that he has not enough gentility in his thin wits to spur him to a compliment." His hostile thoughts brewed in his heated brain-pan till their fumes fevered him.
Evander, who had been following his guide almost mechanically, enveloped in his own gray reflections, took surprised note of his companion's changed bearing. Up to now he had been civil enough, even if his civility had not been of a quality greatly to Evander's liking, yet now his blustering good-humor gave place to something akin to deliberate offence.
He looked fixedly at Brilliana and declaimed, "I did hear you speak, far above singing." Then his chin dropped; his head fell back on the supporting arms. Evander touched him, turned to Brilliana. "Alas! he's sped." The only sound in the silent room was the weeping of Brilliana in Evander's arms. Master Marfleet in his "Diurnal" hides in his prolixities some particulars interesting to us.
Smiles of satisfaction rippled over Sir Blaise's face. He did not follow the drift of Evander's fluency but took it for compliment. "Handsomely apologized, i' faith," he beamed to Brilliana. Brilliana laughed in his face. "Why, poor man, he flouts you worse than ever," she whispered.
The King smiled whimsically, yet a thought wistfully. "You are a gentle rebel," he said, and held out his fine, white hand for Evander's salutation. Then the young soldier rose, and with one look of love to Brilliana, left the room. Charles stood with his grave eyes fixed on his hostess, smiling. "What a thing is civil war!" he sighed.
There was bitterness in the thought that she must needs hate him so deeply. It may be that something of the bitterness of the thought asserted itself on Evander's face, and that Halfman misread it thinking he read the prisoner's thoughts clearly. "Do not think," he proceeded, "that you are cabined and cribbed to these walls.
To ascend to Alphonso III. was like fetching, as it was said, a claim from Evander's grandmother. Nevertheless, ever since Philip had been upon the Portuguese throne, Catherine had been watching the opportunity, not of unseating that sovereign, but of converting her claim into money. The Netherland embassy seemed to offer the coveted opportunity.
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