And so Humphrey went off shaking his head, and muttering,-- "Young master be right masterful. The saints grant he be not led astray to overmuch almsgiving. I’d rather see him squander a bit on his own sports. ’Twould be more akin to his age." *CHAPTER V.* *OF THE COMING TO THE ISLE OF WIGHT.* The next morning found Ralph Lisle refreshed and eager for the day’s work. His head felt quite well, and had it not been for a piece of plaster which the infirmarer of Hide, who came to dress his wound early in the morning, placed over the cut, he would hardly have remembered the occurrence. Neither the Abbot of Quarr nor Lord Woodville had forgotten him. The former sent some money for his expenses at the worthy citizen’s house, and the latter sent him a tabard of white taffeta, embroidered with the badge of the captain of the Island, in all respects like the other pages, with a supply of food from his own table; and the servant who brought these was directed to say that they would start at eight o’clock, and that he was to arrange all matters with his host. Punctually at half-past seven Humphrey brought round Ralph’s horse, well brushed and groomed, and Ralph, looking more handsome than ever in his new surcoat, with his sword buckled to his belt, and his silver-hilted poignard, stood in all the pride of conscious importance at the doorstep, the admired of all the little street-boys and burgesses who were up and about at that hour; while he was conscious of many a girlish face looking out from the casements of the houses opposite and above him, glancing down smiles of approval, for all the city knew what he had done, and who he was, the Lisles of Thruxton and Mansbridge being well-known throughout the county. His worthy host and hostess were loud in their regrets at his departure, and at first refused all offer of remuneration, but Ralph pressed it on them with so much gratitude and delicacy, that their scruples yielded, and they accepted it with evident reluctance, and only on condition that when he was a belted knight he would come back and see them. This was touching Ralph in his weakest point. He promised with a conscious smile, and mounted his horse amid the loudly-expressed admiration of the little crowd. As he rode down the street, Humphrey caught sight of a well-known face. "Why, there’s old Dickon of Andover! Dickon, I say," he called out, "an you be a-going home to-night, go up to Thruxton and say how you seen the young master all well, and say as how he sends greetings to my lord and her leddyship. Ye mind now?" "Oh, ay, I’se mind," cried back old Dickon, stopping to gaze upon Ralph. "Well now he do look foine, to be sure." And so they turned into the street where the _cortège_ was in waiting for the Captain of the Wight to come out.