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  ‘You’re abashed,’ Robin told Sir Anthony.

  He seemed to be struggling more with amusement, however. ‘Why, sir, I hope you’ll look kindly on my suit.’

  ‘I will give my consideration,’ my lord promised. ‘We must speak more of this.’

  ‘By all means, sir. But I think it only fair to tell you I have the fixed intention of wedding Prudence whatever your decision may be.’

  My lord eyed him a moment in silence, but displayed no anger. On the contrary, his smile grew. ‘I perceive you to be a man after my own heart!’ he announced.

  ‘It’s a compliment,’ Robin said, on a note of information, and folded his hands in his lap.

  ‘Certainly it is a compliment. You see clearly, my son. But we must think on this; it is a matter of some weight.’

  ‘There’s another matter of some weight also, sir. I desire to serve your son here. I’ve some influence, as I tell him, and I will use it on his behalf with your consent.’

  My lord became all blank bewilderment. ‘I don’t take you, sir. What is it you have a mind to do for my son?’

  ‘Well, sir, I’ve some notion of getting a pardon for him. I believe it may be done.’

  My lord struck an attitude. ‘A pardon, sir? For what, pray?’

  ‘For his share in the late Rebellion, sir. Does he want one for something else beside?’

  ‘That!’ My lord brushed it aside. ‘I have forgotten all that. It is nothing; it lies in the dead past. Oblige me by forgetting it likewise.’

  ‘Oh, with all my heart, sir. But there are perhaps some whose memories are not so short. A pardon is necessary if Robin wants to remain in England, and come out of those clothes.’

  My lord put up an admonishing finger. ‘Sir Anthony, I acquit you of a desire to insult me. Don’t cry pardon. I have said that I acquit you. But you do not know me; you even doubt my powers. It is laughable! Believe me, there is greatness in me. It would astonish you.’

  ‘Not at all,’ said Sir Anthony politely.

  ‘But yes! I doubt now that you, even you whom I would embrace as a son, have not the soul to appreciate me. You make it plain. I pity you, sir!’

  ‘At least I have the soul to appreciate your daughter,’ mildly remarked Sir Anthony.

  ‘That I expect,’ said his lordship loftily. ‘To see my daughter is to become her slave. I exact such homage on her behalf. She is incomparably lovely. But I – I am different. My children are very well. They have beauty, and wit – a little. But in me there is a subtlety such as you don’t dream of, sir.’ He pondered it sadly. ‘I have never met the man who had vision large enough to appreciate my genius,’ he said simply. ‘Perhaps it was not to be expected.’

  ‘I shall hope to have my vision enlarged as I become better acquainted with you, sir,’ Sir Anthony replied, with admirable gravity.

  My lord shook his head. He could not believe in so large a comprehension. ‘I shall stand alone to the end,’ he said. ‘It is undoubtedly my fate.’

  Sir Anthony gave the conversation a dexterous turn: the old gentleman seemed to be in danger of slipping into mournful contemplation of his own unappreciated greatness. ‘Just as you please, sir, but I want to put an end to a notion Prudence has of emulating your noble solitude. I wish to take her out of this masquerade, and have her safe under the protection of my name.’

  My lord’s piercing eyes flashed at that. ‘I make allowance for a lover’s feelings!’ he cried. ‘But while I live she stands in no need of another’s protection. I am the person to guard her, Sir Anthony.’

  ‘You are, sir, certainly,’ Fanshawe said. There was an edge to his words which did not escape my lord.

  ‘I admire my forebearance. Concede me a great patience. You may call it toleration. I do not call you out. I curb myself !’

  ‘I could not possibly meet my future father-in-law, so pray continue to curb yourself, sir.’

  ‘You need have no fear. But were I to meet you, sir, you would lie dead at my feet within the space of five minutes. Possibly less. I do not know.’ He appeared to give the matter his consideration.

  ‘That,’ said Robin reluctantly, ‘is really true.’

  Sir Anthony preserved his calm. ‘I don’t think it. But I trust his lordship will spare me.’

  His lordship signified with a gracious wave of his hand that he would spare Sir Anthony. ‘But do not try me too far!’ he warned. ‘Like all men of great brain, I am choleric when pressed. You give me to understand that you do not consider that I – I, Tremaine of Barham! – can take care of my daughter!’

  ‘Not in the least, sir. I make no doubt you can. But when you permit her to engage on so dangerous a masquerade –’

  ‘Permit?’ cried my lord. ‘You conceive that my children thought of this for themselves? Your partiality makes you blind. Mine was the brain that evolved this plot; mine was the inspiration. I do not permit: I ordain.’

  Robin ranged himself on the side of his father. ‘We spin our own web, sir. Give us credit for some little resource.’

  Fanshawe turned to look at him. ‘I suppose I am far from appreciating any of you,’ he said humorously. ‘But did you never think what might be the issue if Prudence were discovered?’

  ‘I could not imagine such a possibility, sir, to be frank with you. But then it was not our intention to cut such conspicuous figures in town. I will pay you the compliment to say that I think no other man would have discovered the imposture. I should like to know what made you suspect.’

  ‘I should find it hard to tell you, Robin. Some little things and the affection for her I discovered in myself. I wondered when I saw her tip wine down her arm at my card-party, I confess.’

  My lord frowned. ‘Do you tell me my daughter was clumsy?’

  ‘By no means, sir. But I was watching her closer than she knew.’

  My lord still seemed dissatisfied. After a moment Sir Anthony went on. ‘And I want now, sir, to spirit her off. She tells me she must needs wait upon your claim.’

  ‘Certainly,’ said my lord. ‘She shows a proper feeling. She has faith in me, enfin.’

  ‘That’s as may be, sir, but I rather see her in safety now.’

  ‘I applaud her decision,’ said my lord. ‘She will await my re-instalment; and you may then pay your addresses to her with all propriety. As for Robin, he is my son, and I want no pardons for him. I arrange all in a manner sublime beyond your comprehension. You may place your trust in me.’

  A deep, calm voice spoke from the doorway. ‘In fact, sir, we are all of us wandering in a maze, and there is only one of our number knows the path out of it.’

  Sir Anthony turned quickly; my lord bowed ineffably in acknowledgment of a compliment he had no hesitation in taking to himself. Prudence stood on the threshold, neat in brown velvet, with brown hair unpowdered. She met Sir Anthony’s gaze, and there was a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth. ‘I’ve this much faith in my father, sir, that I believe we may ruin all by a step taken without his knowledge.’

  ‘My Prue!’ His lordship stretched a hand towards her. ‘I said you had intuition.’

  ‘It seems to me,’ said Sir Anthony whimsically, ‘that I, too, am being drawn into this maze.’

  ‘Inevitably,’ nodded his lordship. ‘You, too, are in my toils.’

  ‘I’m a respectable creature, sir, I believe.’

  ‘If I did not think it, sir, I should deny you the right to aspire to my daughter’s hand.’

  Sir Anthony bowed, but Prudence was not pleased. ‘Let’s have done with that, sir. Sir Anthony honours me beyond my deserts. I don’t desire to see him in the maze.’ She came forward and put her hand on Fanshawe’s sleeve. She looked up at him seriously. ‘Stand back from us, sir. I ask it of you.’

  He covered her hand with one of his. ‘F