On reaching the market-place, he halted for a moment to gaze at the richly-decorated church porch we have just mentioned. Not far from the church stood the Chequers--the inn at which they intended to put up--and proceeding thither, the party alighted, and were warmly welcomed by the hostess, Dame Meynell, who was delighted to see Jane, and conducted her and Dame Gives into the house, where every attention was shown them. After partaking of a light repast they retired to rest. Charles and Careless were of course treated according to their supposed condition, but no guest, whatever might be his degree, fared badly at the Chequers, and they were supplied with some marrow-puddings and fried eels and a pottle of excellent sack. Not caring to sit among the other guests, they went out, after supper, to take a stroll through the town. Night having now come on, they could not see much, so after rambling about for half an hour they returned to the market-place, and entered a barber's shop which Charles had noticed near the inn. Not expecting any more customers at that hour, the barber, a sharp-looking middle-aged man, was about to shut up his shop, but he deferred his purpose when the two grooms came in, and one of them--it was the king--seated himself in the chair ordinarily assigned to customers, and desired to be shaved. "'Tis getting late," observed the barber; "cannot you come in the morning?" "No," replied Charles, "my young mistress starts early. I must be shaved now." Trimming a lamp that hung overhead, the barber made all necessary preparations for the task. While he was thus occupied, Careless, who was seated on a bench, observed the man look inquisitively at his customer, and began to regret that they had entered the shop. "You have been accustomed to wear moustaches and a pointed beard, I perceive, friend," remarked the barber, as he covered the king's cheeks and chin with lather; "and I am of opinion that the fashion must have suited you." And as Charles made no reply, he went on: "Yours is a face that requires a beard--a pointed beard, I mean, such as the Cavaliers wear----" "But Will Jones is not a Cavalier any more than I am," interrupted Careless. "'Tis not an ill compliment, methinks, to say that both of you--despite your attire--might pass for Cavaliers," said the barber. "We do not desire to be taken for other than we are--simple grooms," said Careless. "Prithee, hold thy peace, unless thou canst talk more to the purpose, and proceed with thy task." "Nay, I meant no offence," said the barber. "I only wish you to understand that you need make no mystery with me. I am a true man, and not a Roundhead." He then plied his razor so expeditiously that in a trice he had finished shaving the king. As he handed Charles a napkin and ewer, he said, in a tone of profound respect: "I ought to know that face." "Where canst thou have seen me, master?" rejoined the king. "I have never been in thy shop before."