"Your fancy, Stephen!"
"God grant it! I've had an unwelcome visitor in your absence."
John turned swiftly around.
"A visitor?" he repeated. "Who was it?"
Stephen glowered at him for a moment.
"It was the prince," he said; "the Prince of Seyre, as he calls himself, though he has the right to style himself Master of Raynham. It's only his foreign blood which makes him choose what I regard as the lesser title. Yes, he called to ask you to shoot and stay at the castle, if you would, from the 16th to the 20th of next month."
"What answer did you give him?"
"I told him that you were your own master. You must send word to-morrow."
"He did not mention the names of any of his other guests, I suppose?"
"He mentioned no names at all."