“Yes, boy; I am summoned to Exeter. From there, perhaps to Bristol.”
“And when do you come back?”
Sir Godfrey was silent for a few moments, and then said calmly—
“Heaven knows!”
“Godfrey!” cried Lady Markham, and she threw herself sobbing on her knees.
“Oh, father, father!” cried Lil, running to him and catching his hand, but only to be snatched up to his breast and kissed passionately; “don’t, pray don’t go away. You’ll break poor mother’s heart.”
“Hush, child!” said Sir Godfrey, sternly. “Do you think I wish to leave all who are dear to me for the risks of war? Remember there is such a thing as duty.”
“Yes, father,” sobbed Lil, nestling to his breast.
“Scar, my boy, what have you to say? You have heard the king’s throne is in danger, and he calls upon his loyal west-country gentlemen to come to his help. Are we loyal or are we not?”
“Loyal, father, of course.”