His brother gazed out into the grey street from which the sun had disappeared.
"I do not wish to hang about the Court, my lord."
The Earl observed him sharply.
"What do you propose to do?"
Marius kept his face averted.
"I wish to go somewhere, to be quartered in some country town, where I can live on my pay," he answered reservedly.
"By Gad!" said my lord softly. "What whim is this?"
Marius turned swiftly.
"Isn't it an honest wish, my lord? Isn't it an honest wish to desire to take no more money from you?"
"Are we discussing honesty?" smiled the Earl. "You are in a strange mood, Marius."