square.

When Enderby came out into the broad sweep of grass and lawn, flanked
on either side by commendable trees, the sun shining brightly, the rooks
flying overhead, and the smell of ripe summer in the air, he drew up his
horse and sat looking before him.

"To lose it! To lose it!" he said, and a frown gathered upon his
forehead.

Even as he looked, the figure of a girl appeared in the great doorway.
Catching sight of the horseman, she clapped her hands and waved them
delightedly.

Enderby's face cleared, as the sun breaks through a mass of clouds and
lightens all the landscape. The slumberous eyes glowed, the square head
came up. In five minutes he had dismounted at the great stone steps and
was clasping his daughter in his arms.

"Felicity, my dear daughter!" he said, tenderly and gravely.

She threw back her head with a gaiety which bespoke the bubbling
laughter in her heart, and said:

"Booh! to thy solemn voice. Oh, thou great bear, dost thou love me with
tears in thine eyes?"

She took his hand and drew him inside the house, where, laying aside his
hat and gloves and sword, they passed into the great library.

"Come, now, tell me all the places thou hast visited," she said,
perching herself on his arm-chair.

He told her, and she counted them off one by one upon her fingers.

"That is ninety miles of travel thou hast had. What is the most pleasing
thing thou hast seen?"

"It was in Stickford by the fen," he answered, after a perplexed pause.
"There was an old man upon the roadside with his head bowed in his
hands. Some lads were making sport of him, for he seemed so woe-begone
and old. Two cavaliers of the King came by. One of them stopped and
drove the lads away, then going to the old man, he said: 'Friend, what
is thy trouble?' The old man raised his melancholy face and answered:
'Aw'm afeared, sir.' 'What fear you?' inquired the young gentleman. 'I
fear ma wife, sir,' replied the old man. At that the other cavalier sat
back in his saddle and guffawed merrily. 'Well, Dick,' said he to his
friend, 'that is the worst fear in this world. Ah, Dick, thou hast ne'er
been married!' 'Why do you fear your wife?' asked Dick. 'Aw've been
robbed of ma horse and saddle and twelve skeins o' wool. Aw'm lost,
aw'm ruined and shall raise ma head nevermore. To ma wife aw shall ne'er
return.' 'Tut tut, man,' said Dick, 'get back to your wife. You are
master of your own house; you rule the roost. What is a wife? A