Robin wondered whether my lord would be content now, or whether thirty years of adventuring would not prove too strong for him. It was hard to imagine the old gentleman at rest.
Robin wondered too what Prue would have to say to it, if she did not already know of my lord’s success. John, packing a valise for Robin, thought that Miss Prue would not be surprised. He said with a dry smile: — “She’s taken up with her own affairs, Master Robin. Leastways, she was when I saw her.”
“Have you been down to Dartrey?” Robin asked.
“Ay, when I’d put you aboard the Pride o’ Rye I was off post haste with all her gear.”
“How was she?”
“Well enough, but my Lady’s Enderby’s clothes hung on her. It’s a merry, stout lady, that.”
Robin played with the hare’s foot. “She wasn’t married, I suppose?”
“She was not, sir, but I’d say it won’t be long before she is.”
“Pleased, eh?”
“He’s a fine man, Master Robin.”