"Yes," said Saint Simon thoughtfully, in response to his own thoughts, "we must look after the horses, or else the chief will be wishing again that he had brought the old physic-monger. Nice time we should have of it if he were here! He always makes me uncomfortable with those eyes of his. I should like to catch him asleep some time." "Why? What for?" "To put it to the test. But you never catch a weasel asleep, and I believe old Leoni always snoozes with one eye open." "I daresay; and I wonder which. But what do you mean about putting it to the test?" "Whether he can see with that fixed eye of his." "Whether he can see? Why shouldn't he?" "Why, you know, of course?" "Not I. Why, of course he can." "Do you mean to say that you have been all this time at Court and don't know about that?" "About what?" "About that eye of his." "I only know that it's precious ugly, and used to make me very uncomfortable, because I always felt as if I must look at it instead of at the other or at both at once." "But don't you know what they say?" "Who do you mean by `they'?" "Well, _on_; everybody. That he had the point of a sword jabbed into it once when he was fencing." "Oh, I never heard that," cried Denis. "Then that accounts for its queer fixed look." "Queer fixed look? It's horrible! I don't think that I am quite a coward; but old Leoni, when he fixes me with that eye of his, quite gives me the creeps." "Well, he does look queer sometimes. But I say, this is refreshing after that hot room," said Denis. "There's a great garden yonder, and open fields. I should like to have a wander there for an hour or two." "So should I," said Saint Simon; "but we must get back, in case his lordship wakes." "Yes. It won't do for us to forget ourselves. Esquires ought never to want to sleep," said Denis; and then quickly, "nor grooms nor hostlers neither. Here, look at these two red-faced pigs." He pointed on to the two men who had taken charge of and rubbed down their chargers upon their arrival, and who were now lying in a heap of straw, eyes shut, mouth open, and with their heavy faces looking swollen and red, breathing stertorously. "Why, the brutes are drunk," said Saint Simon. "If their mistress knew, I fancy their stay here would be short, for she seems a thorough business soul." "Sim!" cried Denis excitedly, gripping him by the shoulder. "What's the matter, lad? Can you see a ghost or a nightmare in the dark corner there?" "No, nor can I see our horses. They were haltered yonder. Where are they now?" "Ah!" yelled Saint Simon, and snatching out his sword he made as if to prick the two sleeping grooms into wakefulness; but Denis flung his arm across his chest and cried angrily: "Never mind them! The horses, man, the horses--the horses! They may be only in the field, led there to graze." "You are mad!" cried Saint Simon angrily. "But yes; go on out through that farther door."