"Ah, it's Giles! 'Tis all right," he said at last, and ran off to find Philip. Instead, he came upon young Captain Slingsby in the dining-room, finishing a stately repast, whilst opposite sat the clergyman who should have married her Ladyship to John Dent. Dick stayed to drink the King's health with them, and then coaxed Slingsby into the garden to ask for tales about Giles. He got what he wanted there, for Slingsby loved no theme so well as the praises of the Earl of Lumley, his goodness and his generosity, and his own lamentable folly in going against his excellent advice. They visited the soldiers, and Dick rushed about amongst them, forgetful of everything else, questioning, wondering, inspecting arms and accoutrements, and thinking how fine a thing it was to be a soldier and fight for the King. He had no notion how time was flying until he became aware that he was very hungry. Slingsby had fallen asleep under a tree in the garden, and to Dick's suggestion that he should come in and have dinner, returned a decided negative, punctuated with yawns. "But if you were to place a delicate dish or two under my nose, Sir Richard," he said, just as Dick was departing, "I don't know that the smell, were it a well-chosen smell, would absolutely turn me." "Right you are," said Dick. "I'll find something." He ran off, and came back presently, staggering under a tray. "Cold duck, sir," he observed, "with a cream and a compôte and a bottle of something Philip calls prime." Slingsby sat up. "Good fortune!" he said briskly, and set to work. "I did not find my cousin anywhere," said Dick. "Ah!" said Slingsby, with half-closed eyes, "and where is my lord?" "I don't know," said Dick. He was going down the passage to Philip's room, just after dinner, when he observed that the chapel-door was open, and that Philip and Bridget were whispering within. He went up to them. There were a great many flowers on the altar, and the clergyman was laying out his service-books and vestments. "What is he doing?" Dick whispered. "There will be no service to-day." To his confusion, Bridget burst into tears, and unceremoniously embraced him. "Yes, yes, my little sir," the good woman said, wiping her eyes. "And it's yourself will wait on the groom. And the young captain to give her Ladyship away--God bless her! And all to end happily after all!" Dick stared! Then turned on Philip. "She's mad," he said judicially. "Ay," Philip agreed, laughing. "I uphold you, sir. But a wedding, sir, I may tell you, will unhinge any woman's reason for the time. And we've you, sir, to thank for it all. 'He's a hero, Philip,' saith her Ladyship but a minute since. And--'Yes, my Lady,' say I. That being so, sir, may I make so bold as to ask your honour to shake hands with me, and may we be the first very heartily to congratulate your honour?" "You're mad, too," said Dick, his eyes round with amazement. "Where's my Lady?" He darted away.