"Not you, Master Peter," said nurse as Peter shot off his chair; "your hands and face are all sticky, and must be washed before you can do anything."
The others did not offer to wait for him, so the crestfallen Peter was left behind, wondering why people wanted so much washing in England.
Herbert and Brenda took the twins through the house as they might have conducted a party of sight-seers. Eustace accepted everything in silence, but Nesta did not. For instance,—
"This is the picture gallery," said Herbert, "and all these people are our ancestors."
"Yes, I know," said Nesta.
"This is the room Queen Elizabeth is supposed to have slept in once—"
"Oh yes, mother told us all about that," broke in Nesta; "and the bishop always sleeps here when he comes to hold confirmations in the neighbourhood."
The party passed on in silence. This sort of thing was damping to the showman.
"You see that group of swords over there," began Herbert, trying again as they reached the hall.
"The middle one was the one Sir Herbert Chase killed the man with at Worcester and just saved the Prince's life, and you are called after him," said Nesta, anticipating the tale.