"My lord," said Master Freake, "there is a man of mine, one Dot Gibson, at the 'Black Swan,' and I shall be greatly beholden to you if you will let your sergeant carry him a note of instructions from me." "Stap me! I'll take it myself," cried his lordship heartily. Master Freake went to a table to write the note. I knew now who it was that had given me the warning. My lord pocketed the note and we all crept quietly down to the main door to see him off. The guards made a gallant show in the brilliant moonlight, and Master Freake, taking my arm, dragged me out to watch them canter across the stretch of meadow, and drop out of sight down the hill. "Sleep in peace, Oliver," he said. "Dot Gibson will give us early news of the movements of the enemy." Then we strolled back, talking of the Colonel and Margaret. CHAPTER XIX WHAT CAME OF FOPPERY It was eight by the clock next morning before I set about my third commission. To begin with, the bed pulled, and small wonder, since I had not slept in a bed since leaving home. Then I took my fill of the books, finding among them no less a prize than the _editio princeps_ of Virgil, printed at Rome in 1469, which it was hard to let go. Next there was Baby Blount to be waited upon, and his mother, a pretty, appealing lady, with the glory of motherhood about her like a fairy garment. Part of the ceremonial was the putting of Master Blount into my arms, which was done very gingerly, with abundant cautions and precautions against my crushing or dropping him. He had a skin like white satin and a silvery down on his charming little head. Altogether I thought him a most desirable possession for a man to have, and wished he was mine, particularly when, to his father's outspoken chagrin, instead of puling he stared steadily at me with big blue eyes and smiled. "Precious ikkle ducksy-wucksy," said his mother. "Ugly ikkle monkey-wonkey," cried his father. "Why the deuce can't he smile at me?" "Try him!" said I, handing him over to Sir James, glad to be free of the responsibility. Baby Blount looked at his father and smiled again, and it was a revelation to me of the deepest and finest feelings of a man's heart to see how ravished Sir James was with this first smile of his baby boy's. "It's you that's changed, James, not our little darling," said his wife. "He'll always smile at a face as happy as yours is this morning."