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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Heaven be praised," Brilliana ejaculated, and then, wonder treading on the heels of thankfulness, she questioned, "How came you here so timely?" My Lord Fawley broke into a boisterous laugh which seemed to rattle among the rafters. "Oh, Lord, the best jest in the world," he bellowed. Bardon clapped a hand on lad Ingrow's shoulder. "Our Ingrow writes a clerky hand," he asserted.
Lord Fawley gasped as the virago swaggered towards his companions, and young Ingrow popped his handkerchief into his mouth and bit at it while he stared with eyes of nursery wonder at the dame. Radlett winked as if dazzled by the whimsical apparition, and Sir Rufus, familiar with Mrs. Satchell and her vagaries, was the only member of his party who kept his countenance unchanged on her entrance.
The doors of the banqueting-hall opened, and Fawley, Radlett, Bardon, Ingrow, and Halfman came in, all brighter for wine and food. "'Tis boot and saddle, Rufus," Fawley cried. "I am yours," Rufus answered. He bowed over Brilliana's fingers. "Farewell, lady." One and all they turned and left her, and as they tramped into the air the chorus of the Cavalier song came back to her happy ears.
Young Ingrow, with a flush on his fine cheeks, sang out a shrill "Hurrah for Prince Rupert!" and bluff Bardon rubbed his hands as he chuckled, "He brushed them into dust." All the Cavaliers spoke rapidly and eagerly, flinging their phrases each on top of the other. Rufus summed up all in a single splendid sentence. "The road lies plain to London."
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