"Only I've just thought of something else. Wasn't one of your people executed under Elizabeth?"
"By gad, yes; so he was. I'd quite forgotten. It was being on the wrong side for once."
"How—the wrong side?"
There was amusement in Frank's voice as he answered.
"It was for religion," he said. "He was a Papist. All the rest of them conformed promptly. They were a most accommodating lot. They changed each time without making any difficulty. I remember my governor telling us about it once. He thought them very sensible. And so they were, by George! from one point of view."
"Has your religion anything to do with all this?"
"Oh, I suppose so," said Frank, with an indifferent air.
There were a good many doors open in the High Street as they went up it, and Jack saluted half a dozen people mechanically as they touched their hats to him as he passed in the light from the houses.
"What does it feel like being squire?" asked Frank.