"Why, of course, Neville,—Peggy Neville," Romney said the name slowly as if it were music in his ears. "'T was at their house, Mother, I met Governor Brent, and he did make particular inquiry for my father, and said the fame of his courage and wisdom was spread beyond the boundaries of Virginia."
This was a good feint on the boy's part and drew his mother's attention for the moment.
"Said he so indeed? Why, 'twas right civilly spoke. I trust thou didst return what courtesy thou couldst to the Governor."
"Yes, and no. I did him some small favors; but in the end I robbed him of his prisoner."
"Romney!"
"Ay, that did I, and would do it again. The man was falsely accused."
"Accused of what?"
"Murder."
Elizabeth Huntoon's face fell. She dearly loved the atmosphere of respectability, and had no mind to be mixed up with a felony. Her son paid little heed to her expression.