The "pretty treasure" and Giles were by this time out in the streets of Arncastor, which were thronged with merry people going across the river to view from the meadows the masque in the Queen's gardens. They stopped at a house whence came a sound of singing, where the light from an unshuttered upper window shone out into the street. By this light Dick, chancing to look up at Giles, saw a subtle change in him. A minute since he had been laughing and kindly, now he was grave, unapproachable. As they climbed the stairs a high, clear voice was singing a song, and as Giles opened the door of the festal chamber out rolled a rollicking chorus, with a clinking of glasses and stamping of feet that almost deafened Dick. About twenty gentlemen were gathered about a table, with doublets undone, belts on the floor, sashes untied, and making clamour enough for a town. Giles waited, surveying them, till the end of the song, and then asked, in his well-modulated voice and a tone of ice: "Is Captain Slingsby here?" "My lord," cried one of the company, "a health! a health! The King!" "God save the King!" cried another. "God save the King, with all my heart!" said Giles, taking the glass pushed towards him, and drinking, hat in hand. "Confusion to his foes!" cried another voice. "Ah!" said Giles, "I see enough and to spare amongst his friends, gentlemen. Is Captain Slingsby here?" "Be not too hard on us, my lord," said a young man at the end of the table, rising and bowing. "Gentlemen, I give you my lord, his health!" "Your health, my lord!" they all cried together, and the glasses clinked again. Giles bowed gracefully, and asked in exactly the same tone as before: "Is Captain Slingsby here?" A tall young man, very flushed, with a handsome face and fair love-locks, came forward unwillingly. Giles slowly looked him over from head to foot. "I was about to apologize, sir, for coming in the middle of supper. I am too late. I perceive you are long past the end," he said. The young man's face darkened. "'Tis not for you to say if I have had enough," he observed sulkily. "Enough?" Giles replied, with a lift of the eyebrow. "I doubt that word would not have occurred to me, sir, to describe the--er--quantity in question. I will not trouble you, sir. Good-night." But in the meantime the other gentlemen had demanded Dick's name, and having learnt it, had drunk his health noisily. The boy, imitating Giles, bowed when they had finished. "We have all heard of Sir Richard Chester," said the gentleman at the head of the table. "How is it, Sir Richard, that you are not amongst us?" "I live with my cousin," said simple Dick, somehow feeling an excuse was needed for his not appearing amongst the King's friends. "She lives alone. She cannot spare me yet." "She?" cried another gentleman. "Is she fair, Sir Richard?" "Is she young?" questioned a second. "Hath she eyes like yours?" another asked eagerly.