Roger Willoughby | Page 3

a substantial house of some size, surrounded
by a broad moat with a roughly constructed wooden bridge, where once
a drawbridge had existed across the narrowest part, directly in front of
the chief entrance. The most prominent feature of the building was a
porch of stone, handsomely carved; on the right side of it was a breadth
of wall with several windows, and at the end what appeared from its
architecture to be a chapel, though the large window at the gable-end
had been bricked up, a few loopholes only being left in it. On the other
side of the porch was a still more extensive range of windows, giving
light to a large hall, and beyond that again was a square stone tower,
serving in the eyes of the architect as a balance to the chapel. The moat
was a sufficient distance from the house to allow of a roadway round it
to the back, where, guarded by a high wall, the offices and stables, the
cow-house, the piggeries and poultry-yard, were situated.
The boys hurried through the open doorway, the savoury odours
proceeding from the hall on the left exciting their appetites. The family
were already seated at table, and Master Holden, the parson of the
parish, was in the act of saying grace. As soon as he had concluded,
they took the places left vacant for them, Stephen managing to place
himself next to Mistress Alice Tufnell, while Roger, who cared not
where he sat, went to one on the opposite side of the table between his
father and the parson, who had at first humbly taken a lower position.
At the head of the table sat Colonel Tregellen, the owner of Eversden
Manor, with his sprightly French wife, Madam Pauline, on his right,

and his brother-in-law, Master Ralph Willoughby, Roger's father, on
his left.
"You are late, lads," said the Colonel, looking first at one, then at the
other, in a somewhat stern manner. "You know the rules of the
house--how comes it?"
"Please, sir, I was looking for Roger, and only lately discovered him,"
answered Stephen, who was the elder, and thought it incumbent on him
to speak first. "He was not aware how the hours had gone by."
"And why were you not aware how time passed, Master Roger?" asked
the Colonel, turning to his nephew. "The sun is shining in the heavens,
and you should have known when noon arrived."
"I was sitting in the shade and reading, good uncle," answered Roger in
a brisk tone, which showed that he had little fear of the Colonel's
displeasure; "besides, to say the truth, I was watching a fine ship
standing in for the coast, which ship I have a notion has come to anchor
not far from this, and as soon as Stephen and I have stowed away some
food, with yours and my father's leave and good pleasure we propose
going on board her to learn what cargo she carries, whither she is
bound, and all about her."
"You are of an inquisitive disposition regarding all things nautical,
Roger," observed the Colonel. "I have no objection, if your father has
not, but take care you are not carried off to sea. We must make Stephen
Battiscombe answerable for that; and if the vessel has a suspicious look,
remember that you are not to venture on board."
"Ah, yes; do take care that the strange ship you speak of is not a pirate.
It would be dreadful to have you spirited away, as I have heard has
sometimes happened," observed Madam Pauline.
"There is not much risk of that," observed Mr Willoughby. "Since the
noble Blake commanded the fleets of England, such gentry have not
dared to venture into the English Channel."

"And are you also going, Master Battiscombe?" asked Alice, turning to
Stephen.
"I have no great fancy for the expedition, and would rather spend my
time here, Mistress Alice," he answered. "But Roger begs for my
companionship, and I must go to look after him, for I suspect that he
would not be greatly grieved if he were to be carried off, as his heart is
set on visiting foreign lands, and he knows not how to accomplish his
wishes."
"If you go I know you will advise him wisely," said Alice, in a tone
which showed that she placed confidence in the person she was
addressing.
Stephen looked gratified. "I will not betray my trust," he said, "and I
hope, Mistress Alice, that I shall act in a way to merit your approval."
The lads did not allow their plates to remain idly before them. Roger
sent his for an additional supply of the goodly sirloin which the Colonel
was carving, and then, as soon as he had finished eating, without
waiting for