Mr. Robesart smiled and shook his head. "Ye stole it, my son. What is it but stealing to take a thing which he that ought[#] it would not yield unto you? But what wanted my Lord with the book?"
[#] Owned.
"Please, Father, he desired much to read the same, and my old Lady his grandmother had bidden him so to do. And he heard—leastwise I heard, and he asked at me—my Lord of Arundel once to say that he would not have him lay finger thereon; so he was set on it."
Another very pitying smile parted the lips of Mr. Robesart. "I marvel whether the bidding or the forbidding were the more tempting bait! Poor little child!"
"Please, Father——"
"Speak thy will, my son."
"Will my Lord get well again?"
"I trust, if it be our Lord's pleasure, he shall do well, my son."
"Oh, I am so glad!" And Lawrence's sparkling eyes by no means belied his words.
"Dost thou love thy little Lord, Lawrence?"