His house was one of those ancient dwellings which have grown under the hands to fit the wants of successive generations, and look as if they had never been other than old; two-storied at most, and many-gabled, with marvellous accretions and projections, the haunts of yet more wonderful shadows. There, in a room he called his study, shabby and small, containing a library more notable for quality and selection than size, Richard the next morning sought and found him. 'Father!' he said, entering with some haste after the usual request for admission. 'I am here, my son,' answered Roger, without lifting his eyes from the small folio in which he was reading. 'I want to know, father, whether, when men differ, a man is bound to take a side.' 'Nay, Richard, but a man is bound NOT to take a side save upon reasons well considered and found good.' 'It may be, father, if you had seen fit to send me to Oxford, I should have been better able to judge now.' 'I had my reasons, son Richard. Readier, perhaps, you might have been, but fitter--no. Tell me what points you have in question.' 'That I can hardly say, sir. I only know there are points at issue betwixt king and parliament which men appear to consider of mightiest consequence. Will you tell me, father, why you have never instructed me in these affairs of church and state? I trust it is not because you count me unworthy of your confidence.' 'Far from it, my son. My silence hath respect to thy hearing and to the judgment yet unawakened in thee. Who would lay in the arms of a child that which must crush him to the earth? Years did I take to meditate ere I resolved, and I know not yet if thou hast in thee the power of meditation.' 'At least, father, I could try to understand, if you would unfold your mind.' 'When you know what the matters at issue are, my son,--that is, when you are able to ask me questions worthy of answer, I shall be ready to answer thee, so far as my judgment will reach.' 'I thank you, father. In the meantime I am as one who knocks, and the door is not opened unto him.' 'Rather art thou as one who loiters on the door-step, and lifts up neither ring nor voice.' 'Surely, sir, I must first know the news.' 'Thou hast ears; keep them open. But at least you know, my son, that on the twelfth day of May last my lord of Strafford lost his head.' 'Who took it from him, sir? King or parliament?' 'Even that might be made a question; but I answer, the High Court of Parliament, my son.' 'Was the judgment a right one or a wrong, sir? Did he deserve the doom?' 'Ah, there you put a question indeed! Many men say RIGHT, and many men say WRONG. One man, I doubt me much, was wrong in the share HE bore therein.' 'Who was he, sir?'