'Because,' said my father, solemnly--'because with lies ye have made the hearts of the righteous sad whom I have not made sad.' 'And what doest thou among this goodly company, friend Barnaby?' 'I am to be a Captain in one of the regiments,' said Barnaby, grinning with pride: 'though a sailor, yet can I fight with the best. My Colonel is Mr. Holmes; and my Major, Mr. Parsons. On board the frigate I was master and navigated her.' 'There will be knocks, Barnaby; knocks, I doubt.' 'By your Honour's leave, I have been where knocks were flying for ten years, and I will take my share, remembering still the treatment of my father and the poverty of my mother.' 'It is rebellion, Barnaby!--rebellion!' 'Why, Sir, Oliver Cromwell was a rebel. And your Honour fought in the army of the Earl of Essex--and what was he but a rebel?' I wondered to hear my brother speak with so much boldness, who ten years before had bowed low and pulled his hair in presence of his Honour. Yet Sir Christopher seemed to take this boldness in good part. 'Barnaby,' he said, 'thou art a stout and proper lad, and I doubt not thy courage--nay, I see it in thy face, which hath resolution in it and yet is modest; no ruffler or boaster art thou, friend Barnaby. Yet--yet--if rebellion fail--even rebellion in a just cause--then those who rise lose their lives in vain, and the cause is lost, until better times.' This he said as one who speaketh to himself. I saw him look upon his grandson. 'The King is--a Papist,' he said, 'that is most true. A Papist should not be suffered to rule this country. Yet to rise in rebellion! Have a care, lad! What if the time be not yet ripe? How know we who will join the Duke?' 'The people are flocking to his standard by thousands,' said Barnaby. 'When I rode away last night the Duke's secretaries were writing down their names as fast as they could be entered; they were landing the arms and already exercising the recruits. And such a spirit they show, Sir, it would do your heart good only once to witness!' Now, as I looked at Barnaby, I became aware that he was not only changed in appearance, but that he was also very finely dressed--namely, in a scarlet coat and a sword with a silken sash, with laced ruffles, a gold-laced hat, a great wig, white breeches, and a flowered waistcoat. In the light of day, as I afterwards discovered, there were stains of wine visible upon the coat, and the ruffles were torn, and the waistcoat had marks upon it as of tar. One doth not, to be sure, expect in the sailing master of a frigate the same neatness as in a gallant of Saint James's. Yet, our runaway lad must have prospered. 'What doth the Duke intend?' Sir Christopher asked him.