'He on the wrong side!' I exclaimed.
'He looks on the question as a lawyer,' said my brother; 'holding the
duty of the nation to be rather to the law than to the sovereign.'
'Base! Unworthy of a gentleman!' cried my mother. 'Who would
believe him the kinsman of the gallant Duc de Mericour?'
'He would be ashamed to count kindred with tat effeminate petit
maitre!' cried Annora.
'I think,' said Eustace, 'that the wrong and persecution that his
Huguenot grandfather suffered at the hands of his French family have
had much power in inspiring him with that which he declares is as
much loyalty as what I call by that honoured name.'
'You can speak of him with patience!' cried my mother.
'In common gratitude he is bound to do so,' said Annora.
For not only had Colonel Merrycourt preserved our brother's life
after Naseby, but he had found a plea of service to the King which
availed at the trial that followed at Westminster. Harry had managed
to secure part of the estate, as he had likewise done for our other
kindred the Thistlewoods, by getting appointed their guardian when
their father was killed Chalgrove. But soldiers had been quartered
on both families; there had been a skirmish at Walwyn with Sir Ralph
Hopton, much damage had been done to the house and grounds, and there
was no means of repairing it; all the plate had been melted up, there
was nothing to show for it but a little oval token, with the King's
head on one side, and the Queen's on the other; and as to the chaplet
of pearls---
There was a moment's silence as I inquired for them.
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