Lady Enville was doubtful of the weather, but she expressed no compassion for the bull. Clare declined without giving her reason. Blanche looked as if she did not know whether or not to ask permission to accompany her brother. Sir Thomas said he had too much to think about; and if not, it was an amusement for which he had no fancy.
“And thou, Feversham?”
“No! I thank you.”
“No!—and wherefore?”
“Because I count it not right.”
“Puritan!” cried Jack in accents of the deepest scorn. Feversham continued his supper with great unconcern.
“Art thou no Puritan?”
“What is a Puritan?” calmly returned John.
“One that reckoneth a laugh sin.”
“Then, if so be, I am no Puritan.”