Rafe [scornfully]. Sooth! I would never do that!
Gillian. Nay, that I'll warrant, Master Rafe! But let me tell thee what else my grandam hath told me. 'Twas about the portraits in the long gallery in this very house.
[Enter Diccon, with armful of wood for fire,
which he piles upon the hearth.
Cicely. The portraits—— Oh, yes, Gillian. [Draws close to Gillian.]
Rafe. I know. Our great-great-grandfather and our great-great-grandmother.
Cicely. Bethink thee, Rafe—what are their names? I do forget.
Rafe. They are Sir Philip and Lady Geraldine Underhill. And they lived right here in this very house.
Diccon [turning from hearth]. Yes, Master Rafe, they lived in this house. He was a passing gallant gentleman, and fought for the King, and she was as beautiful as he was brave, and as brave as she was beautiful. And they say that in a great war his enemies came to search this house for him, but he and my lady hid themselves in a secret chamber that's long since forgot. But 'tis somewhere in the house,—— [looks about as if expecting to find door at once] if a body just but knew how to find the door——
Gillian [in contempt]. Nay, nay, Diccon. I'll warrant me the Master knoweth where that door is.