But after these stock phrases, suitable for such an occasion, his words began to take on a more personal tone, which bordered at times on outright sarcasm. During the first several toasts, Arthur had worn the air of a righteous man who would not be pacified. But as their nature and content became more inflammatory, and their number far exceeded decorum, he became first agitated, then flushed and quite angry. The latter speeches of Purceville ran something like this: "Gentleman, to the health of vibrant leaders." To Arthur, an obvious slur against his age and recurring angina. "Gentlemen, to the gallant soldiers who conquer and protect, so that others may live comfortably from their labors." The Secretary had never been more than a token officer, nor served in a single campaign. "Gentlemen, to those with the strength and courage to make their own way in the world." And so on. Finally the aged aristocrat stood defiantly, and raised his own cup high. "I see no gentleman before me," he retorted. "But I will answer his challenge." And he glared about the room. "To the truth about low-born men. And to those who will not leave their treachery in darkness, but hold it forth in the hard light of day." The gathering, already hushed and apprehensive, now fell silent as a stone. For unlike his rival, Arthur had made no attempt to hide his animosity, or to engage in verbal cat-and-mouse. But Purceville only smiled blithely. "Splendid!" he cried, as if the remark could not possibly have been directed at him. He drained his goblet with a flourish, then crashed it gaily back down onto the table. Anyone who did not know him well (and there were many present who did not), might have thought him too deep in his cups. "Well, my friends," he said, a bit unsteadily. "It has been a lovely evening. But sadly, all things must come to an end..... "For now there is work to be done. In the name of that same truth which the Earl so eloquently serves, he and I must be off on an errand of our own. We are going to interview a lady ." And he raised his eyebrows suggestively, the very portrait of a man who had lost all restraint. "Lieutenant Ballard will accompany me, as my faithful right hand in all things. But perhaps Earl Arthur would feel more secure with a somewhat larger retinue?" Again (to Arthur) the underlying insult, the slur against his courage and character. "My orderly officer will be more than sufficient escort for me," returned the Secretary. "To record the events of our interview. For I am sure that I will have nothing to fear, once the truth is known." "Bravo," said the larger man heartily. "Your strength and vitality are an inspiration to us all. Now gentlemen, if you will excuse us." Purceville himself led the way, as the four-man procession filed out of the room, leaving behind the light and heat of the banquet hall. And on toward the back reaches of the Castle.