“I care not,” replied Surrey.
“But you may incur his enmity,” pursued the Lady Mary. “I saw the glance he threw at you just now, and it was exactly like the king's terrible look when offended.”
“Again I say I care not,” replied Surrey. “Armed with this relic, I defy all hostility.”
“It will avail little against Richmond's rivalry and opposition,” rejoined his sister.
“We shall see,” retorted Surrey. “Were the king himself my rival, I would not resign my pretensions to the Fair Geraldine.”
“Bravely resolved, my lord,” said Sir Thomas Wyat, who, having overheard the exclamation, advanced towards him. “Heaven grant you may never be placed in such jeopardy!”
“I say amen to that prayer, Sir Thomas,” rejoined Surrey “I would not prove disloyal, and yet under such circumstances—”
“What would you do?” interrupted Wyat.
“My brother is but a hasty boy, and has not learned discretion, Sir Thomas,” interposed the Lady Mary, trying by a significant glance to impose silence on the earl.
“Young as he is, he loves well and truly,” remarked Wyat, in a sombre tone.