"H’m, what has he here?" soliloquized his Excellency. "’Purchas; His Pilgrimes,’ of course; ’General History of Virginia, New England and the Summer Isles,’ well and good; ’Good News from Virginia,’ humph! that must have been before my time; ’Public Good without Private Interest,’ humph! What’s this? ’Areopagitica,’ John Milton! John Hypocrite and Parricide! A pretty author, and a pretty cause he advocates,—I thank God there are no schools and no printing presses in this colony, nor are like to be,—and a courageous Surveyor-General to keep by him such pestilent stuff in the present year of grace. ’Abuses Stript and Whipt,’ ’Anglia Rediva,’ ’Diary of Nehemiah Wallington,’ ’Bastwick’s Litany!’ Miles Carrington, Miles Carrington! I have my eye on thee! Thou hadst need to walk warily! ’Zion’s Plea against Prelacy,’ damnation! ’Speech of Mr. Hampden,’ death and hell! ’Eikonoklastes,’ may the foul fiend fly away with my soul!" And the Governor closed the cupboard door with a bang, and, with a very red and frowning face, went back to his seat, and there sank into a reverie, which lasted until the entrance of Mistress Betty and Mr. Peyton, followed by two slaves bearing an ample repast. An hour later came home the Surveyor-General, bringing with him Colonel Verney, Sir Charles Carew, and Captain Laramore. The Surveyor-General made stately apologies to his Excellency for his unavoidable absence: his Excellency, holding himself very erect, heard him out, and then said coldly, "Major Carrington may rest at ease. I was sufficiently amused." "Truly the county knows Mr. Peyton’s powers of entertainment," said the Surveyor-General with a bow and smile for that young gentleman. "Mr. Peyton had other occupation," said the Governor dryly. "And I fear that his is too cavalier a wit, and that his sonnets and madrigals savor too much of loyalty to the Anointed of the Lord and to His Church to have proved acceptable to the worshipful company with whom I have been engaged. I have to congratulate his Majesty’s Surveyor-General on the possession of such a library as, I dare swear, is to be found in no other house in this, his Majesty’s _loyal_ dominion of Virginia." Carrington glanced towards the cupboard, and bit his lip. "I am pleased," he said stiffly, "that your Excellency hath found wherewithal to pass an idle hour." "It is, indeed, a choice collection," said the Governor, with a smooth tongue, but with an angry light in his eyes. "May I ask by whom it was chosen; who it was that so carefully culled nightshade and poison oak?" "_I_ choose my own reading," said Carrington haughtily. "And I see not why Sir William Berkeley should concern himself—"