In a moment Hillary Nanspian appeared, sprang up the steps, caught Charles by the shoulder, struck the post out of his hand, and dragging him down the steps, flung him his length in the road. ’Lie there, you drunken blackguard!’ he said; ’you shall not stand up till you have begged your sister’s pardon, and asked permission to sleep off your drink in the stable.’ *CHAPTER XI.* *IN THE LINNEY.* Next morning, when Charles Luxmore awoke, he found himself lying on the hay in the little ’linney,’ or lean-to shed, of his father. The door was open and the sun streamed in, intense and glaring. In the doorway, on a bundle of straw, sat his sister Honor, knitting. The sun was shining in and through her golden hair, and the strong, fiery light shone through her hands, and nose, and lips, crimson—or seemed to do so. Charles watched her for some time out of his half-closed eyes, and confessed to himself that she was a fine, noble-looking girl, a girl for a brother to be proud of. Her profile was to the light, the nose straight, the lips sharp-cut, now expanded, then closed tight, as moved by her thoughts, and her hair shone like the morning clouds above the rising sun. ’What! sentinel, keeping guard?’ shouted Charles, stretching his limbs and sitting up. ’In custody, am I? Eh?’ ’I have brought you your breakfast, Charles,’ answered Honor. ’There is a bowl of bread and milk at your elbow.’ He was hungry, so he took the bowl. His hair was ruffled, and full of strands of hay; he passed his hand over his face. ’I’ve had many a sleep in a barn before now,’ he said; ’there are worse bedrooms, but there is one drawback. You can’t smoke a pipe in one, or you run the chance of setting fire to bed and house. I did that once, and had a near scratch to escape before the flames roasted me. Best was, I managed to escape before any one was on the spot, so I was not taken up; suspicion fell on a labourer who had been dismissed a fortnight before.’ ’And you said nothing?’ ’Certainly not. Do you take me for a fool?’ Honor’s lips contracted, so did her brow. Charles put the spoon into the bread and milk, then, as he was setting it to his mouth, burst out laughing, and spilt the sop over his clothes. ’It was enough to make a fellow laugh,’ he explained. ’To see last night how scared the kids were—Martha and Charity—and how they cut along when they saw me coming home.’ ’This is not a cause for laughter. If you had a heart you would weep.’ ’I thought I caught sight of father.’ ’You did, but he also turned and left you. He could not face you as you were. You should be ashamed of yourself, Charles.’ ’There, there!’ he exclaimed impatiently, ’I will listen to no rebukes. I was not drunk, only a bit fresh.’ ’Drunk or fresh matters little, you were not in a fit condition to come home; and what is more, I will not allow you to live in this cottage longer.’ ’You will not?’ ’No, I will not.’