“This is a sad blow, Roy, but we must make up for it by working together.—But what is it? You have not come to chat about nothings.”
“No, mother,” said the boy, seriously. “I have come to say that the pleasaunce must go. Ben Martlet says he cannot do without it now.”
“I have been expecting this, my boy. It has always been a dear delight to me, but it is a pleasure for peace; and when the happy days come back, I shall want the whole garrison to restore it to me again.”
“Then I was right in telling Ben to take what he wanted?”
“Of course, my boy.—Something else?”
“Yes, mother—another bit of self-sacrifice. Martlet and I both feel that we must have the north-west tower.—Ah, Master Pawson, you there?”
“Yes. I knocked twice, and I thought you said ‘Come in.’”
“Then you heard what I said just now.”
“I heard you mention the western tower. Have you been telling her ladyship of what we saw this evening?”
“No. What did you see?” cried Lady Royland, quickly.