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But above all, and outnumbering all, there were the lesser chiefs of the mighty name Douglases of the North, the future Moray and Ormond among them, the noble young sons of James the Gross of Avondale, who rode nearest their cousin, the head of the clan. Then came Douglases of the Border, Douglases of the Hermitage, of Renfrew, of Douglasdale.
"His account was, that Stewart, after parting from me, drove straight to Alf's camp, and deposited him there to look after things. Stewart himself only stayed a few minutes, and then drove to Avondale, to see Mr. Wentworth St. John Ffrench, Terrible Tommy's boss.
"But did Miss Avondale know you were legally married, and that your son was the heir?" asked Randolph bluntly. "She had no reason to suspect otherwise, although we were married secretly. She was an old friend of my wife, not particularly of mine." Randolph sat back amazed and horrified. Those were HER own words. Or was this man deceiving him as the others had?
She even had a smile to exchange for the gay greeting of Dolores. Mrs. Gantry met her with a kiss a full degree more fervent than was consistent with strict decorum. "My dear child!" she exclaimed. "I have hastened over to see you. Lord Avondale has told me all about that fellow."
Plain as a old shoe just like he was a salesman instead of the president of his firm. A poor boy he started, and now such a house they say he built for his mother in Avondale on the hill! Squashy! I only wish for a month our Izzy had his income." "I wouldn't marry him if " "Don't be so quick with yourself, missy.
Not far before them had ridden the Earl and the Lady Sybilla. Behind these two came the Marshal de Retz and the fat Lord of Avondale. They were telling each other tales of the wars of La Pucelle, the latter laughing and shaking shoulders, but at the end of every side-splitting legend the Frenchman would glance over his shoulder at Maud Lindesay and the little maiden Margaret.
As the combat of the previous day had decided, young James Douglas of Avondale was to lead one party, being the successful tilter of the day of single combat, while the Earl himself was to head the other. The chances of battle must be borne, and whatever happened in the shock of fight was to be endured without complaint.
Then came Captain Royce's ukase, to the effect that no man must be allowed to swag the country, ragged and homeless, with the story in his mouth that he had been boundary riding on Avondale for ten years. Therefore, Bill's notice was passed over with the contempt it merited.
Little Sprite Seaford thought Avondale the brightest place that any child ever lived in, and if the sky was blue, or if clouds hid the sun, she smiled and still insisted that it was a cheery place. She had not forgotten the charm of her home at the shore, but she remembered that she always felt very gay when the sunlight glistened on the waves.
La Joyeuse took the opportunity of addressing her nearer and more silent companion. "You are, I think, the head of the other Douglas House," said the Lady Sybilla, glancing up at the stern and unbending Master of Avondale. "There is but one house of Douglas, and but one head thereof," replied Lord William, with a certain severity, and without looking at her.
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