“I will give my consideration,” my lord promised. “We must speak more of this.”
“By all means, sir. But I think it only fair to tell you I have the fixed intention of wedding Prudence whatever your decision may be.”
My lord eyed him a moment in silence, but displayed no anger. On the contrary, his smile grew. “I perceive you to be a man after my own heart!” he announced.
“It’s a compliment,” Robin said, on a note of information, and folded his hands in his lap.
“Certainly it is a compliment. You see clearly, my son. But we must think on this; it is a matter of some weight.”
“There’s another matter of some weight also, sir. I desire to serve your son here. I’ve some influence, as I tell him, and I will use it on his behalf with your consent.”
My lord became all blank bewilderment. “I don’t take you, sir. What is it you have a mind to do for my son?”
“Well, sir, I’ve some notion of getting a pardon for him. I believe it may be done.”
My lord struck an attitude. “A pardon, sir? For what, pray?”
“For his share in the late Rebellion, sir. Does he want one for something else beside?”