Saying which, he gave his Arab a touch of the spur, and started off at a canter over the green sward, direct for the hawking party.
Of course Reginald Trevor went along with him; though with a reluctance which had only yielded to authority not to be gainsaid. Despite her withering words spoken at their last interview, he still loved Vaga Powell himself—hoping against hope—still had respect for her; and to introduce Prince Rupert was like being a party to the accomplishment of her ruin.
“Humph!” grumbled the ex-Lieutenant of the Tower as he looked after them, some little chagrined at being left behind; “High Mightiness thinks he’s going to have it his own way with yellow hair. He won’t though; unless he do as I’ve counselled him. But ’twill come to that—must, before we go back to Bristol—and I shall carry thither my share of the sweet spoils.”
Chapter Fifty Six.
An Introduction in the Saddle.
“Who can they be? Not soldiers of the Parliament?”
“No; too much gaud and glitter for that.”
“Sir Henry Lingen’s!”