"That old tree is called Billy Wilkins, my liege—wherefore I know not," remarked Colonel Wyndham.
"It deserves a better appellation," replied Charles, laughing. "But you will find us near it when you return. Off with you to the house."
"Shall I bring Sir John to your majesty?"
"As you please."
Colonel Wyndham then rode off at a rapid pace towards the ancient mansion.
Nothing could be more charming than the situation of Melbury House. At the rear was a noble grove of trees, while the green lawn in front sloped down to a beautiful lake. With its lofty tower and numerous gables, the old edifice presented a most picturesque appearance, and this effect was heightened by the pinnacles of an ancient church which could just be seen above the trees.
Charles did not long remain stationary beneath the rugged old oak, but rode to such points as commanded the best view of the house. Familiar with the park, Juliana pointed out its chief beauties to him.
Having finished his survey, he returned to the place of rendezvous. They were examining the gnarled trunk of Billy Wilkins, and wondering what the age of the old monster could be, when the colonel was seen coming back from the house.
Riding by his side was an elderly personage, whom Juliana at once proclaimed to be Sir John Strangways. Charles regarded him with great interest, for he was a perfect specimen of an old Cavalier—his attire, hat, doublet, hose, and boots belonging to the days of his majesty's grandsire, James I.