He answereth the description to a
rag- that God should make two such, would be to cheapen miracles, by
wasteful repetition. I would I could contrive an excuse to speak
with him.'
Miles Hendon saved him the trouble; for he turned about, then,
as a man generally will when somebody mesmerizes him by gazing hard at
him from behind; and observing a strong interest in the boy's eyes, he
stepped toward him and said:
'You have just come out from the palace; do you belong there?'
'Yes, your worship.'
'Know you Sir Humphrey Marlow?'
The boy started, and said to himself, 'Lord! mine old departed
father!' Then he answered, aloud, 'Right well, your worship.'
'Good- is he within?'
'Yes,' said the boy; and added, to himself, 'within his grave.'
Might I crave your favor to carry my name to him, and say I beg to
say a word in his ear?'
'I will despatch the business right willingly, fair sir.'
'Then say Miles Hendon, son of Sir Richard, is here without- I
shall be greatly bounden to you, my good lad.'
The boy looked disappointed- 'the king did not name him so,' he
said to himself- 'but it mattereth not, this is his twin brother,
and can give his majesty news of t'other Sir-Odds-and-Ends, I
warrant.' So he said to Miles, 'Step in there a moment, good sir,
and wait till I bring you word.'
Hendon retired to the place indicated- it was a recess sunk in the
palace wall, with a stone bench in it- a shelter for sentinels in
bad weather.
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