“Some news come in?”
“Just so, Sir Richard; an’ not o’ the best neyther.”
“Indeed! What news? Whence?”
“Fra Ruardean, or, to speak more partickler, fra Hollymead House.”
Both colonel and captain were now all ears. No spot on the habitable globe had such interest for them as Hollymead House, and from nowhere was intelligence so eagerly desired.
“Tell it, sergeant!” was the impatient command.
“A party o’ the King’s soldiers be quartered there—cavalry.”
“O God?” exclaimed Eustace Trevor, almost in a groan; the knight also showing grievously affected. “How did you get this news?”
“Win ha’ brought it.”
“Win?”