The young Cavalier protested against the generous admission, and then went on to say he knew the Scudamores well—especially Lord Scudamore, of Holme Lacey.
“I’ve often met his lordship at the Palace,” was the concluding remark.
“At what palace, pray?” inquired Sir Richard.
“Oh! Whitehall. I did not think of specifying.”
“Which proves that you yourself come from it? One of the King’s people, I take it; or in the Queen’s service, more like?”
“I was, but not now. I’ve been at Court for the last few months in the capacity of gentleman-usher.”
“And now? But I crave pardon. It is rude of me to cross-question you thus.”
“Not at all, Sir Richard. You have every right. After being so frank with me, I owe you equal frankness. I’ve given up the appointment I held at Court, and am now on my way home—to my father’s house in Monmouthshire.”
“Your father is—?”
“Sir William Trevor.”