“’Tis we who have stopped them. Their faces are turned this way—they see us?”
“Ah, yes! And two have separated from the rest—are coming towards us! What ought we to do?”
“We may as well await them here; ’twould be impossible to shun them now.”
“How should we receive them?”
“Why, civilly of course. We’ve no alternative but be civil to them. If it be the Lord Herbert we need not fear any special rudeness. Although they are Papists, the Raglan people have never yet—”
“It’s not the Lord Herbert?” interrupted Vaga of keener sight; her eye more occupied with the two making approach.
“How know, you it’s not?” demanded her sister, in some wonder. “You never saw him did you?”
“No; but I’ve seen the one we’ve been taking for him—the shining peacock, as you call him. So have you.”
“Who is he, then?”
“Prince Rupert!”