I never elsewhere saw such utter, indignant consternation as came over Margaret's face.
"But why? For what reason?" she cried. "Will not vessels sail, as usual? Are you afraid we shall be harmed on the sea? 'Tis ridiculous! The rebels have no war-ships. Why need we stay? What have we to do with these troubles? 'Tis not our business to put them down. The king has soldiers enough."
"Ay," said Phil, surprised at her vehemence, but speaking the more quietly for that, "'tis the colonies will need soldiers."
"Then what folly are you talking? Why should we stay for this war."
"That I may take my part in it, my dear."
"Bravo, brother Phil!" cried Tom Faringfield. "You nor I sha'n't miss a chance to fight for the king!"
"Nor I, either," I added.
"'Tis not for the king, that I shall be fighting," said Phil, simply.
A silence of astonishment fell on the company. 'Twas broken by Mr. Faringfield:
"Bravo, Phil, say I this time." And, losing no jot of his haughty manner, he went over, and with one hand grasping Phil's, laid the other approvingly on the young man's shoulder.