"Well-a-day! what will this world come to? I was used to hear say, in Queen Mary's days, that the great Council to London were busy undoing what had been done in King Harry's and King Edward's time: but I ne'er heard that the Lord had ta'en His Word in pieces, and laid up an handful thereof as done withal."

"Barbara, thou hast the strangest sayings!"

"I cry you mercy, Mistress mine,--'tis you that speak strangely."

"Come hither, and help me set this edge of pearl. Prithee, let such gear a-be. We be no doctors of the schools, thou nor I."

"We have souls to be saved, Mistress Blanche."

"Very well: and we have heads to be dressed likewise. Tell me if this cap sit well behind; I am but ill pleased withal."

Heavy rapid steps came down the corridor, and with a hasty knock, Jennet put her head in at the door.

"Mrs Blanche! Mrs Clare! If you 'll none miss th' biggest sight ever you saw, make haste and busk [dress] you, and come down to hall.

There's th' biggest ship ever were i' these parts drove ash.o.r.e o' Penny Bank. Th' Master, and d.i.c.k, and Sim, and Abel 's all gone down to th'

sh.o.r.e, long sin'."

"What manner of ship, Jennet?" asked both the girls at once.

"I'm none fur learnt i' ships," said Jennet, shaking her head. "Sim said 'twere a Spaniard, and d.i.c.k said 'twere an Englishman; and Abel bade 'em both hold their peace for a pair o' gaumless [stupid] noodles."

"But what saith my father?" cried excited Blanche, who had forgotten all about the fit of her cap.

"Eh, bless you!--he's no noodle: Why, he said he'd see 't afore he told anybody what 't were."

"Barbara, be quick, dear heart, an' thou lovest me. Let the cap be; only set my ruff.--Jennet! can we see it hence?"

"You'll see 't off th' end o' th' terrace, right plain afore ye," said Jennet, and summarily departed.

There was no loitering after that. In a very few minutes the two girls were dressed, Blanche's ruff being satisfactory in a shorter time than Barbara could ever remember it before. Clare stayed for her prayers, but Blanche dashed off without them, and made her way to the end of the terrace, where her sister presently joined her.

"She is a Spaniard!" cried Blanche, in high excitement. "Do but look on her build, Clare. She is not English-built, as sure as this is Venice ribbon."

Clare disclaimed, with a clear conscience, all acquaintance with shipbuilding, and declined even to hazard a guess as to the nationality of the ill-fated vessel. But Blanche was one of those who must be (or seem to be; either will do) conversant with every subject under discussion. So she chattered on, making as many blunders as a.s.sertions, until at last, just at the close of a particularly absurd mistake, she heard a loud laugh behind her.

"Well done, Blanche!" said her father's voice. "I will get thee a ship, my la.s.s. Thou art as fit to be a sea-captain, and come through a storm in the Bay of Biscay, as--thy popinjay." [Parrot.]

"O Father, be there men aboard yonder ship?" said Clare, earnestly.

"Ay, my la.s.s," he replied, more gravely. "An hundred and seventy souls--there were, last night, Clare."

"And what?"--Clare's face finished the question.

"There be nine come ash.o.r.e," he added in the same tone.

"And the rest, Father?" asked Clare piteously.

"Drowned, my la.s.s, every soul, in last night's storm."

"O Father, Father!" cried Clare's tender heart.

"Good lack!" said Blanche. "Is she English, Father?"

"The Dolorida, of Cales, [Cadiz] my maid."

"Spanish!" exclaimed Blanche, her excitement returning. "And what be these nine men, Father?"

"There be two of them poor galley-slaves; two sailors; and four soldiers, of the common sort. No officers; but one young gentleman, of a good house in Spain, that was come abroad for his diversion, and to see the sight."

"Who is this gentleman, Father?--What manner of man is he?"

Sir Thomas was a little amused by the eagerness of his daughter's questions.

"His name is Don John de Las Rojas, [a fict.i.tious person] Mistress Blanche,--of a great house and ancient, as he saith, in Andalusia: and as to what manner of man,--why, he hath two ears, and two eyes, and one nose, and I wis not how many teeth--"

"Now prithee, Father, mock me not! Where is her--"

"What shouldest say, were I to answer, In a chamber of Enville Court?"

"Here, Father?--verily, here? Shall I see him?"

"That hangeth on whether thine eyes be shut or open. Thou must tarry till he is at ease."

"At ease!--what aileth him?"

Sir Thomas laughed. "Dost think coming through a storm at sea as small matter as coming through a gate on land? He hath 'scaped rarely well; there is little ails him save a broken arm, and a dozen or so of hard bruises; but I reckon a day or twain will pa.s.s ere it shall be to his conveniency to appear in thy royal presence, my Lady Blanche."

"But what chamber hath he?--and who is with him?--Do tell me all thereabout."

"Verily, curiosity is great part of Eve's legacy to her daughters.

Well, an' thou must needs know, he is in the blue chamber; and thine aunt and Jennet be with him; and I have sent Abel to Bispham after the leech. [Doctor.] What more, an't like the Lady Blanche?"

"Oh, what like is he?--and how old?--and is he well-favoured?--and--"

"Nay, let me have them by threes at the most. He is like a young man with black hair and a right wan face.--How old? Well, I would guess, an' he were English, something over twenty years; but being Spanish, belike he is younger than so.--Well-favoured? That a man should look well-favoured, my Lady Blanche, but now come off a shipwreck, and his arm brake, and after fasting some forty hours,--methinks he should be a rare goodly one. Maybe a week's dieting and good rest shall better his beauty."

"Hath he any English?"

"But a little, and that somewhat droll: yet enough to make one conceive his wants. His father and mother both, he told me, were of the Court when King Philip dwelt here, and they have learned him some English for this his journey."

"Doth his father live?"

"Woe worth the day! I asked him not. I knew not your Grace should desire to wit it."

"And his mother? Hath he sisters?"

"Good lack! ask at him when thou seest him. Alack, poor lad!--his work is cut out, I see."