“Lordamercy!” she cried, as she rose from her seat and moved a little way towards Sir Blaise. “Let me bring you acquainted.”

The Cavalier caught her hand and stayed her before she could speak his name.

“Wait, wait,” he whispered. “Watch me roast him.”

He swung away from her and swaggered towards Evander. “Tell me, solemn sir,” he questioned, “have you heard of one Sir Blaise Mickleton?”

“I have heard of him,” Evander answered. His tranquil indifference to Sir Blaise’s bearing, to Sir Blaise’s splendor of apparel, pricked the knight like a sting. He tried to change the sum of his irritation into the small money of wit.

“You have never heard that he snuffled through his nose, turned up his eyes, mewed psalms and canticles, and dubbed himself by some such name as Fight-the-Good-Fight-of-Faith, yea, verily?”

Sir Blaise talked with the drawling whine which he assumed to be the familiar intonation of all Puritan speech. Like many another humorless fellow, he prided himself upon a gift of mimicry signally denied to him. Even Brilliana’s detestation of the Puritan party could not compel her to admire her neighbor’s performance. Evander’s face showed no sign of recognition of Sir Blaise’s impertinence as he answered:

“No, truly, but I have heard some talk of a swaggering braggart, prodigal in valiant promise, but very huckster in a pitiful performance; in a word, a clown whose attempt to ape the courtier has never veiled the clod.”

Brilliana found it hard to restrain her laughter as she watched the varying shades of fury float over Sir Blaise’s broad face at each successive clause of Evander’s disdainful indictment. Yet she was sadly vexed to think that her side commanded so poor a champion. Sir Blaise tried to speak, gasped out a furious “Sir!” then his passion choked him, and he gobbled, inarticulate and grotesque. Evander went composedly on:

“He is rated a King’s man, and would serve his master well if much tippling of healths and clearing of trenchers were yeoman service in a time of war. But his sword sleeps in its sheath.”