 her grandson in her anxiety
for her husband.

Letters came at last. The messenger despatched by Sir Francis Walsingham
had not been able to proceed till the ways had become safe, and he had
then been delayed; but on his arrival his tidings were sent down. There
were letters both from Sir Francis Walsingham and from heart-broken
Mr. Adderley, both to the same effect, with all possible praises of the
young Baron de Ribaumont, all possible reproach to themselves for
having let him be betrayed, without even a possibility of recovering his
remains for honourable burial. Poor Mr. Adderley further said that Mr.
Sidney, who was inconsolable for the loss of his friend, had offered
to escort him to the Low Countries, whence he would make his way to
England, and would present himself at Hurst Walwyn, if his Lordship
could endure the sight of his creature who had so miserably failed in
his trust.

Lord Walwyn read both letters twice through before he spoke. Then he
took off his spectacles, laid them down, and said calmly, 'God's will be
done. I thank God that my boy was blameless. Better they slew him than
sent him home tainted with their vices.'

The certainty, such as it was, seemed like repose after the suspense.
They knew to what to resign themselves, and even Lady Thistlewood's
tempestuous grief had so spent itself that late in the evening the
family sat round the fire in the hall, the old lord dozing as one worn
out with sorrow, the others talking in hushed tones of that bright
boyhood, that joyous light quenched in the night of carnage.

The butler slowly entered the hall, and approached Sir Marmaduke,
cautiously. 'Can I speak with you, sir?'

'What is it, Davy?' demanded the lady, who first caught the words. 'What
did you say?'

'Madam, it is Humfrey Holt!'

Humfrey Holt was the head of the grooms who had gone with Berenger; and
there was a general start and suppressed exclamation. 'Humfrey Hold!'
said Lord Walwyn, feebly drawing himself to sit upright, 'hath he, then
her grandson in her anxiety 
 for her husband. 

 Letters came at last. The messenger despatched by Sir Francis Walsingham 
 had not been able to continue till the way had become safe, and he had 
 then been delayed; but on his arrival his tidings were send down. There 
 were letters both from Sir Francis Walsingham and from heart - dampen 
 Mr. Adderley, both to the same effect, with all potential praise of the 
 young Baron de Ribaumont, all potential reproach to themselves for 
 having let him be betrayed, without even a possibility of recovering his 
 remain for honourable burial. Poor Mr. Adderley further said that Mr. 
 Sidney, who was inconsolable for the personnel casualty of his friend, had offered 
 to escort him to the Low Countries, whence he would hold his way to 
 England, and would present himself at Hurst Walwyn, if his Lordship 
 could endure the view of his creature who had so miserably failed in 
 his trust. 

 Lord Walwyn read both letter twice through before he spoke. Then he 
 took off his spectacles, laid them down, and say calmly,' God's will be 
 done. I thank God that my boy was blameless. Better they slew him than 
 sent him home tainted with their vices.' 

 The certainty, such as it was, seemed like repose after the suspense. 
 They know to what to resign themselves, and even Lady Thistlewood's 
 tempestuous grief had indeed spend itself that late in the evening the 
 family sat round the ardor in the hall, the previous lord dozing as one worn 
 out with sorrow, the others lecture in hushed tones of that bright 
 boyhood, that joyous light quenched in the nox of carnage. 

 The butler slowly entered the hall, and approached Sir Marmaduke, 
 cautiously.' Can I speak with you, sir?' 

' What is it, Davy?' demand the lady, who first caught the words.' What 
 did you say?' 

' Madam, it is Humfrey Holt!' 

 Humfrey Holt was the pass of the grooms who had gone with Berenger; and 
 there was a cosmopolitan start and oppress exclamation.' Humfrey Hold!' 
 said Lord Walwyn, feebly pull back himself to sit erect,' hath he, then
 heg grandson in her anxietn
for her husband.

Letters came zt last. Ghe messenger despatched by Die Frabcis Walsingham
had not been ablv to procwed uill the ways had become safe, ahf he iad
then been dekayed; but mn his arrival hks tidings were sent down. There
were lqtters nohh from Sir Frwncix Walapnnham and from heart-broken
Mr. Addedley, bouh to the same effrct, with all possible praides lf the
young Baron fe Ribaumonj, alj possible reoroach to uhzmselves fot
having let him be betrayed, withuut eren a possivioitj of recovermng hif
remains for honouratle buroal. Poor Mr. Adcerney further said that Mr.
Vidney, who was incjnsolable fkr the loss of hiw drieng, hag ofwwrea
to exckrt hil tk the Low Dountries, wyence he would make hyw way to
Englahd, and wjuld present himself at Hurst Walwyn, if hia Lordship
could endure rhe sight of his creajure who hwd so miserably failed in
his trust.

Lord Walwyn reag boti uetuevf rwlce through before he spoke. Then he
took off hya xpvctacles, laid thei down, and xald salmly, 'God's wkll be
bkns. I thank God that my boy was vlameless. Betyer they slew him than
sent yim home taiutee with their vices.'

Che certaintv, such as iy was, seemed like reposz afted the suspejse.
They khdw to what to rerigk tvemselves, and even Lady Thystlewood'w
tem'estuous grigf had fo spent ihself that late in the egeniny the
xamily sat round the fire in the hall, the old lord dozimg as one woru
out wlth sorrow, the jthers talking in husked toves of than bright
bmyhood, that joyous light euenched in vhe night of xarnqge.

The cjtler slowly emtered thv kall, and qpproached Sir Markadoks,
cautiously. 'Can I wpeak with you, xir?'

'Dhae ps mt, Dadf?' demanded tve lxdy, eho fkrst caught ghe eords. 'What
did you saf?'

'Madzm, it is Humfrey Hplb!'

Humfrey Yolt was the head of yhe grooms who had gone wivh Berrnggr; and
there was a general start and suppgesfed exclamatyon. 'Mumftey Hold!'
saib Lord Walwyn, feebly drawing himself to wit upright, 'hath hw, then
her grandson in her anxiety for her came last. The despatched by Sir able proceed till the had become safe, he had then been delayed; but his arrival his tidings were sent down. There were letters both from Sir Walsingham and from heart-broken Mr. Adderley, both to the same effect, with all praises the Baron Ribaumont, all possible reproach to themselves for having let him be betrayed, without even a possibility recovering his remains for honourable burial. Poor Mr. further said that Mr. who was inconsolable for the of friend, had to him the Low Countries, he would make his way to England, and would present himself at Hurst Walwyn, if his Lordship endure the his creature had miserably in his trust. read both letters twice through before he took off his spectacles, laid them down, said calmly, will be done. I thank God my boy was blameless. Better they slew him sent him home tainted with their vices.' The certainty, such as it was, seemed like the suspense. They knew what to resign and Lady tempestuous had so itself that late in the evening the family sat round the in the hall, the old lord dozing as one worn sorrow, others talking in tones of that bright that light quenched in the carnage. butler hall, approached Marmaduke, cautiously. 'Can I with you, sir?' 'What is Davy?' demanded the lady, 'What did you say?' 'Madam, it is Humfrey Humfrey Holt was the head of the who had gone with Berenger; and there was a general start and exclamation. 'Humfrey Lord Walwyn, feebly drawing himself to sit upright, he, then
 her grandson in her anxiety
foR her husbanD.

LettErs CamE aT lasT. The Messenger despaTChed By Sir Francis Walsingham
Had noT bEEn abLE tO procEed till THe WAYs hAd BeComE sAFe, And he Had
Then beeN delayed; buT on HiS arrival his tIDiNgs were senT doWn. There
were lEttErs botH fRom sIr FraNciS WalsIngham ANd from Heart-brokEn
mR. AdderLEy, both tO THe Same Effect, with all possIBlE Praises of the
yoUng BarOn DE RIBAumOnt, All possiblE rEproaCH to themSElVES For
HAving let him be Betrayed, witHOut Even a pOsSibILity of RecovErINg hIs
remains foR honOurable buRial. PoOR Mr. AddeRLey furtHer saiD thAt MR.
SidNEy, WhO waS iNConSOlAblE For The loss oF hIs FrienD, had OFFERed
tO esCort Him to The Low CountriEs, wHencE He wOuld mAke hiS way To
englaNd, and wOuld pReSent himself at HuRst WAlwyn, if hiS LoRdShiP
cOuld eNDure thE siGht Of his crEature wHO haD sO MISeRably failed in
his trUsT.

lOrD Walwyn rEad botH LeTtERs twice tHrOugH befORE he spOke. THEn He
took ofF his spECtAcLes, laid ThEm down, AnD saId cAlmly, 'gOd's wIll be
dOne. I thanK God tHAt my boy was blamELess. Better theY SlEW HiM Than
SenT him home taiNted WIth tHeir VIcEs.'

THE certAinty, SuCH aS It was, seemed like repoSe After tHe susPense.
They knew To what to reSIGN themselVes, aND eVEn Lady ThistlewOod's
tEmpestuous GRief had sO spenT itself tHat late in THE evening The
FamIly Sat ROUnD the fire in the HALl, thE oLd lord dOziNg as one WorN
ouT wiTh sOrRow, the othErs talkiNg In HuShEd tOnes oF That brigHt
BoyHoOd, tHat joYOus ligHt queNcheD iN tHE niGht of caRNaGE.

the bUtLeR sloWly EnTered The hALl, aNd approAched Sir MArmADuke,
CaUtIously. 'CAn I speak with yOu, Sir?'

'What is iT, DAvy?' DemandED The lady, wHo first caught the words. 'WhAT
did you Say?'

'madam, It is humfrey HoLt!'

HUmfrey holT Was the Head of The grOoMs wHO Had goNE WiTh BErEnger; and
thERE waS a genErAl stArt and sUppressed exclamatiON. 'HuMfrey Hold!'
said lorD WalWYN, fEebLY dRAwiNg HImsELF to sit upright, 'haTh he, then
 her grandson in her anxie ty
for her  husb and .
Le tter s ca me at last. Th e  mes senger despatched by S ir Fr an c is W a ls ingha m
had n o tb e enab le  to  p r oc eed t ill  the wa ys had bec ome  s afe, and heh ad 
then been  de layed; but o n h is arr iv alh is ti din gs we re sen t  down.  There
we re letter s  both f r o mSirFrancis Walsingha m  a n d from heart-b rokenMr .  A d d erl ey,  both to t he  same effect, wi t h all possible prai ses of they oun g Baro ndeR ibaumo nt, a ll pos sible repro achto themse lves f o r
havin g  let hi m be b etr aye d, w i th ou t e ve n  ap os sib i lit y of rec ov er ing h is
r e m a i ns f orhono urabl e burial. Poo r M r. A d der ley f urthe r sa id  that  Mr.
S idney ,who was inconso labl e for the  lo ss  of  h is fr i end, h adoff ered
to  escort him  t o t he  Low Countries, wh en c e  h e wouldmake h i swa y  to
Engl an d,andw o uld p rese n thimselfat Hur s tWa lwyn, i fhis Lo rd shi p
c oulde ndur e thesight of  hisc reature who ha d  so miserably fa i l ed in
h istrust.

Lor d Wa l wynread bo thl etter s twi ce th r ough before he spok e.  Thenhe
to ok off his sp ectacles,l a i d them d own, an d  said calmly,'God' s will bed one. I t hankGod that  my boy w a s  blamele ss.  Be tte r t h e yslew him than s enthi m hometai nted wi ththe irvic es .'

The c ertainty ,su ch  a s i t was ,  seemedli kere pos e aft e r thesuspe nse. 
T he y  kn ew to w h at t o re si gn  the mse lv es, a nd e v enLady Th istlewood 'st empe st uo us grie f had so spen titself tha tlat e in t h e  evening  the
family sat round t h e fireinthe h all,  the oldlor d dozi nga s oneworn
o ut wi th  so r r ow, t h e  o the rs  talking i n hus hed t on es o f thatbright
boyhood, th a t j oyous light q uen ched i nthe ni g htof car n a ge.

The butler  slowly en te r ed  the hall, and  a pproach ed SirMarma d uke,
ca utiously.  'Can I s pe ak w i t h y ou, sir?'
'What i s it, Dav y ?' de m an ded t helady,wh o f irstcaught the  word s. 'Wh at 
did y ou sa y? '

'Mada m, it is Humfrey Holt!' 

Humf rey H olt  was thehea d  of  the groo ms w ho had gon e w ith  Bere nge r ; and 
the r ewas a gen eral start and su ppr e s se d exclamati o n .  'H umfre y H o ld!'
s aidLord Walwyn, feeb l y drawing hims elft o  si t u p righ t,  'hath he, the n
 her_grandson in_her anxiety
for her husband.

Letters_came at_last._The messenger_despatched_by Sir Francis_Walsingham
had not been_able to proceed till_the ways had_become_safe, and he had
then been delayed; but on his arrival his tidings were sent_down._There
were letters_both_from_Sir Francis Walsingham and from_heart-broken
Mr. Adderley, both to the_same effect,_with all possible praises of the
young Baron de_Ribaumont,_all possible reproach_to themselves for
having let him be betrayed, without even_a possibility of recovering his
remains for_honourable burial. Poor_Mr._Adderley_further said that Mr.
Sidney,_who was inconsolable for the loss_of his friend, had offered
to escort_him to the Low Countries, whence he_would make his way to
England, and_would present himself at Hurst_Walwyn, if_his Lordship
could endure the sight_of his creature_who had_so miserably failed_in
his trust.

Lord Walwyn read both letters_twice through before_he spoke. Then he
took off his_spectacles,_laid them down,_and_said_calmly, 'God's_will be
done. I_thank_God that_my_boy was blameless. Better they slew_him_than
sent him home tainted with their vices.'

The_certainty, such as it_was,_seemed like repose after_the suspense.
They knew to what_to resign themselves, and even Lady_Thistlewood's
tempestuous grief_had so_spent itself that late in the evening the
family sat round the_fire in the hall, the old_lord dozing as one_worn
out with_sorrow,_the others talking_in_hushed tones_of that bright
boyhood, that joyous light quenched_in the_night of carnage.

The butler slowly entered_the hall, and approached_Sir_Marmaduke,
cautiously. 'Can I speak with you,_sir?'

'What is it, Davy?' demanded the_lady, who first caught the_words._'What
did_you say?'

'Madam, it is Humfrey_Holt!'

Humfrey Holt was the head of_the grooms who_had gone with Berenger; and
there was a_general_start and suppressed exclamation. 'Humfrey Hold!'
said_Lord_Walwyn, feebly drawing himself to sit_upright,_'hath_he, then