t of wits he is a very pigeon. He no more guesseth what time of day
it is with us than my Lord Secretary doth."
The trio laughed complacently, but a rather doubtful expression
succeeded that of amusement in Garnet's face.
"Now, good gentlemen, be quiet," said he, piously. Was there a faint
twinkle in his eyes? "God will do all for the best. We must get it by
prayer at God's hands, in whose hands are the hearts of princes."
"You pray, by all means, and we'll work," said Catesby, removing the
pipe from his lips for an instant.
At that moment the door opened, and a fourth gentleman made his
appearance. He was as tall and as handsome as Catesby; but the
considerable amount of white in his dark hair, and more slightly in his
broad beard, made him look older than his real age, which was forty-six.
He stooped a little in the shoulders. His manners were usually gentle
and grave; but a pair of large and very lively eyes and an occasional
impulsive eagerness of speech, wherein he was ready and fluent at all
times, showed that there was more fire and life in his character than
appeared on the surface. Those who knew him well were aware that his
temper was impetuous and precipitate, and on given occasions might be
termed quarrelsome without calumny.
"Shall we always talk, gentlemen, and never do anything?" demanded the
newcomer, without previous greeting.
"Come in, Mr Percy, and with a right good welcome! The talk is
well-nigh at an end, and the doing beginneth."
"Our Lady be thanked!" was Percy's response. "We have dallied and
delayed long enough. This morning have I been with Mr Fawkes over the
house; and I tell you, the mining through that wall shall be no child's
play."
Winter lifted his eyebrows and pursed his lips. Catesby only remarked,
"We must buy strong pickaxes, then," and resumed his puffing in the
calmest manner.
"The seventh of February, is it not, Parliament meets?"
"Ay. I trust the Bulls will come from Rome before that."
"They will be here in time," said Garnet, rising. "Well, I wish you
good-night, gentlemen. 'Tis time I was on my way to Wandsworth. I lie
to-night at Mrs Anne's, whither she looks for her cousin Tresham to
come."
"My commendations to my cousins," said Catesby. "Good-night. We meet
at White Webbs on Tuesday."
"_Pax vobiscum_," said Garnet softly, as he left the room.
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