'They are Bible pictures, boy, but there are warriors amongst them, doubtless--Joshua and Samson, and, it may be, others.' The big bell which, to this day, is heard far and near at Penshurst, was still making its loud, sonorous clang, and Lady Mary, taking Ambrose by the hand led him along the terrace, his mother at the other side, and Lucy following with Lady Pembroke. Instead of immediately beginning to discuss the probability of Lucy's being placed in her household, Lady Pembroke said,-- 'I have not seen you for some time. You have grown apace since my marriage. Yet my brother, when he spoke of you, called you Mistress Gifford's little sister. You are taller than I am, methinks.' Lucy's face glowed with pleasure, as Lady Pembroke said this. 'And most like you have yet to grow a few inches.' 'Nay, madam; I am near sixteen.' 'And is sixteen too old to grow? I think not. It is the age to grow in wisdom as well as in stature.' 'I would fain grow in the first, madam,' Lucy said, 'if only to please Mary, who is so good to me--my only friend.' 'I forgot you have no mother, poor child.' 'Nay, madam; only a cross-grained stepmother. Mary bears her quips and cranks like a saint. I cannot do so.' 'It is well to try to bear what you term quips and cranks. But we must repair to the hall now,' Lady Pembroke said; and then, addressing a gentlewoman who was standing at the lower end of the long table, she said, 'Mistress Crawley, be so good as to make room for Mistress Lucy Forrester at your side. She dines here to-day with Mistress Gifford.' Mary already had her place pointed out to her, a little higher up the board with Ambrose; and the Countess of Pembroke, with a smile, said, as she passed to the gentleman who presided,-- 'See that the young knight has sweet things enough to please his palate; and be sure, Master Pearson, that Mistress Gifford is well attended by the serving-men.' The family and principal guests sat at the upper end of the hall, and amongst them was Mr Sidney's lifelong friend, Sir Fulke Greville. There was a few moments' silence, when the chaplain, raising his hand, said a Latin grace; and then there was a clatter of trenchers, and the quick passing to and fro of the serving-men, and the sound of many voices as the meal proceeded. That hospitable board of the Sidneys was always well spread, and to-day, at the upper end, Lady Mary had provided the best of viands for the entertainment of her daughter, and of her favourite son and his friend.