The room on the first floor into which he led her overlooked a court. A cheerful fire burned on the hearth and cast a radiance upon the sombre wainscoting of the walls. A heavy oaken table was covered with a litter of papers, and some books lay about. Into a deep arm-chair beside the fire Strafford sank with a sigh of fatigue, motioning his daughter to seat herself opposite him, which she did. He regarded her for some moments with no pleased expression on his face, then said with a trace of petulancy in the question: “Did your grandfather bring you up a lady, or are you an ignorant country wench?” She drew in quickly the small feet out-thrust to take advantage of the comforting fire, and the blaze showed her cheek a ruddier hue than heretofore. “Sir,” she said, “the children of the great, neglected by the great, must perforce look to themselves. I was brought up, as you know, without a mother’s care, in the ancient hall of a crusty grandfather, a brother my only companion. We played together and fought together, as temper willed, and he was not always the victor, although he is the stronger. I can sometimes out-fence him, and, failing that, can always outrun him. Any horse he can ride, I can ride, and we two have before now put to flight three times our number among the yokels of the neighborhood. As to education, I have a smattering, and can read and write. I have studied music to some advantage, and foreign tongues with very little. I daresay there are many things known to your London ladies that I am ignorant of.” “We may thank God for that,” muttered her father. “If there are those in London, saving your lordship, who say I am not a lady, I will box their ears for them an they make slighting remarks in my presence.” “A most unladylike argument! The tongue and not the hand is the Court lady’s defence.” “I can use my tongue too, if need be, my lord.” “Indeed I have had evidence of it, my girl.” “Queen Elizabeth used her fists, and surely she was a lady.” “I have often had my doubts of it. However, hereafter you must be educated as doth become a daughter of mine.” “I shall be pleased to obey any commands my father places on me.” The conversation was interrupted by a servant throwing open the door, crying: “His Majesty the King!” The girl sprang instantly to her feet, while her father rose more slowly, assisting himself with his hands on the arms of the chair. CHAPTER III.--MAJESTY. There was more of hurry than of kingly dignity in the entrance of Charles. The handsome face was marred by an imperious querulousness that for the moment detracted from its acknowledged nobility. “Strafford,” he cried impatiently, “I have been kept waiting. Servants are at this moment searching palace and park for you. Where have you been?” “I was in the forest, your Majesty. I am deeply grieved to learn that you needed me.” “I never needed you more than now. Are you ready to travel?” Strafford’s gloomy face almost lighted up.