His face was white and rigid, with such a look of helpless woe about the lines of his mouth that it touched Gilbert more deeply than the fiercest expression of anger could have done. Harry's misery seemed complete when he looked at his father's face in the dim light of the study lamp, and falling on his knees, he exclaimed-- "Oh, my father, forgive me!" But his father drew back hastily from the outstretched hands. "Rise from your knees, Harry Drury!" he said, sternly, "and tell me what you mean by the froward words you have this night spoken." "My father, I spoke hastily and unadvisedly," said Harry, humbly. "I should have come to you alone, and confessed that my opinions of the King's doings had greatly changed of late, and begged your permission to join the army now fighting for the Parliament." "And do you think I would have given it, traitor-caitiff?" said Master Drury, sternly. "I have angered you," said Harry; "but, my father, you will suffer me to speak to you of this to-morrow, and hear me when I say that Gilbert Clayton here hath not sought to draw me to this way of thinking. I had some converse upon it with Mistress Maud before his arrival." Master Drury glanced at Clayton suspiciously; he had not noticed his presence before. "If you are clear of this thing, young man," he said, "you can abide here until the morning; but Harry Drury departs from Hayslope Grange this night." [Illustration: HARRY DRIVEN FROM THE GRANGE.] Harry started in blank astonishment. "Marry then, where am I to tarry?" he said. "That I know not; but traitors cannot abide under this honest roof, that has never sheltered any but true and loyal men since it was raised by Roger Drury ninety years ago." "But, my father----" "Call me not by that name," interrupted the old man, "unless you are ready to return, and willing to do true and loyal service to your King and country." "My country I am willing to serve; but, my father, this King is trying to enslave it," said Harry, earnestly. "Prithee! what will you say next? But hold, I am not here to banter words with you. Will you enter the King's service, and fight his battles under Prince Rupert?" demanded Master Drury. "Serve under that Prince of Plunderers?--never!" said Harry, in a determined tone. "It is enough," said his father. "I give you this purse, which contains enough to keep you from starving for a few days, and for the rest you must look to yourself. You have no further part or lot in Hayslope Grange. I cast you off for ever." But Harry did not attempt to touch the purse, which his father had placed on the table beside him. Throwing himself again on his knees, he begged his father to revoke the dreadful words he had just uttered. "I will remain at home, and never again seek to serve the Parliament, if you forbid it," he said. Master Drury looked down at him, and his lips quivered with emotion.