“Booh!—my lord duke!” she said almost under her breath.
“Well, my son,” said Enderby, giving him his hand, “your face has none so cheerful a look. Hast thou no welcome for thy father?”
“I am glad you are home again, sir,” said young Enderby, more dutifully than cordially.
There was silence for a moment.
“You do not ask my news,” said his father, eyeing him debatingly.
“I have your news, sir,” was the young man’s half sullen reply.
His sister came near her father, where she could look her brother straight in the face, and her deep blue eyes fixed upon him intently. The smile almost faded from her lips, and her square chin seemed suddenly to take on an air of seriousness and strength.
“Well, sir?” asked his father.
“That you, sir, have refused a knighthood of the King; that he insists upon your keeping it; that he is about to levy upon your estates: and that you are outlawed from England.”
“And what think you about the matter?” asked his father.