"Ay, doth that melting orb run in the family?" enquired another. "A health!" shouted the one at the head of the table. "Give us her health, Sir Richard," and he pushed Dick a glass of wine. "My cousin!" said Dick bravely, lifting the brimming glass. "Nay, her name! Her name! Give us her name!" they cried. Dick looked along the table at the flushed faces, the unsteady hands. Either the thought of his cousin's name on those lips awoke a delicacy in him, or the expression on Giles's face had warned him, but suddenly their mirth and their manners repelled him. "You're none of you fit to speak her name," he said, "and your glasses have had a score of healths drunk out of them to-night." He was unprepared for the explosion of wrath that followed. Someone else was, though. Giles laid his hand on his shoulder, and took the glass out of his hand. "He is right," he said, "though he cuts us, gentlemen. We are not fit--there is no company fit--for her name to be called in. So I give you 'Dick's Cousin!' her health! and not another out of the glass." He tossed off the wine, and flung the glass over his shoulder. With a shout the gentlemen sprang to their feet and followed his lordship's lead. The crash of glass made Dick's ears tingle. "And there is my purse to pay the host's bill," cried Giles. A cheer followed them downstairs and into the street. "When you don't want your head broken, Dick," Giles remarked, "and yet want to express disapproval, say 'we'. It hath a pleasant sound, and puts your hearers on your side, keeping out ill-blood." "What now, Giles?" Dick asked, as they once again halted before a house with lighted casements and sounds of life within. "To find an officer sober enough for our work, Dick. Slingsby promised me to keep clear of that set of ribald idiots, and there he is with them again. Let's try this man, Captain Harland." He left the boy in a parlour below, for he saw he was tired out by this time, and in a few minutes returned. "We'll sup here now, Dick," he said cheerfully, "and then, what say you to spending the night over the river at your friends' of the Blue Boar? My man shall take my things over. Three days' absence! Dick, lad, what if her Ladyship won't take me in, even for one?" Dick smiled sleepily. "She will, Giles, when she sees you," he said. After supper Giles took Dick out to see Captain Harland and his troopers start. The sight roused him for the moment. He caught sight of young Captain Slingsby casting wistful eyes at Giles. "Why are you here, sir?" Giles demanded, when he saw the young officer. "I--I ran after you to ask pardon," Slingsby stammered. "I'm quite sober. I--I got them to pump on my head." He moved his neck uneasily under his damp yellow curls. "Captain Harland is commanding for me, sir," said Giles. "I can ride to serve you, my lord, if I may not command," said the young man quietly, "and I will, unless you forbid me. God knows I'm a fool!"