"My Cousin Dorothy gave it me--this suit--to wear on her birthday," Dick explained. "'Rose-colour suits your dark man', she said." And he gave a comical little glance at himself in the mirror. "'Tis her favourite colour, moreover, and a gay, pretty hue, I think." Giles walked to the window and looked out. "And you wear the same," said Dick, following. "Why, we might be brothers, Giles." Giles bowed. "You flatter me, sir! Or is it only with my clothes you'd be akin?" "I wish we were brothers, Giles," said Dick, sighing. "I have no one of my own, not even Cousin Dorothy now, since His Majesty saith we are not truly related. Wait a moment, Giles; I haven't said my prayers yet. Have you?" "Long since," said Giles; but he waited for Dick with a good-humoured smile. "You can have me for as much your own as you like," he observed, as Dick rose from his knees. "But you're such a very--splendid person now, Giles," said Dick, rather shyly. "And, Giles, I remember they called you a lord last night. Were you a lord when we were at Dent?" "No, a simple gentleman like yourself, by chance serving as stableman, as by chance Sir Richard Chester served as boy at the inn." "What is your name then, Giles?" "Lumley--the Earl of Lumley, at your service." He drew himself up and saluted. Then he cried: "Beshrew me, Dick, I'd forgotten!" He hunted amongst his things, and in a minute said: "Here, Dick, in exchange for the dagger you gave me." He laid in the boy's hands a little rapier, a perfect miniature of a man's, with hilts of steel inlaid with silver, in a dainty sheath of blue velvet, hung with little silver chains to an embroidered baldric. Dick's eyes danced, his cheeks flushed, and embracing the gift with one arm he embraced the giver with the other. Then he drew the sword, and Giles told him it had been given to him years ago, that it was made in Toledo, and that the Spanish words on its shining surface might be translated as--"A trusty blade for a trusty blade". "Which last is Richard Chester," he observed. They then started down to find breakfast; and Dick, dashing on before, dashed back again to say, with a rapturous sniff: "Come on, Giles, 'tis trout!" It was trout, and more ham-and-eggs, and strawberries and new milk for Dick. Giles, it seemed, preferred chocolate, "like my Cousin Dorothy," said Dick; and Giles, setting down the dish, said: "If you drink any more milk 'twill go to your head, Dick. Come, sirrah! Enough! Time flies!" "But I haven't half-finished the pitcher," Dick grumbled. "Pest!" said Giles impatiently. "'Twill churn as you ride, Dick. My faith! but those strawberries are fine! 'Tis scarce six yet." Laughing, he sat down and fell to on the fruit. Then they must call the landlady, and Dick must needs embrace her. "Was ever a lad so fond of kissing!" Giles observed. "And you found your friend, my pretty sir?" asked the landlady, beaming upon them.