He would so, by Heaven's light! He bellowed for Nick and his boots.
"Where is Master Lionel?
he asked when the boots had been fetched.
"He be just ridden in, Sir Oliver." "Bid him hither." Promptly, in answer to that summons, came Sir Oliver's half-brother--a slender lad favouring his mother the dissolute Ralph Tressilian's second wife.

He was as unlike Sir Oliver in body as in soul.

He was comely in a very gentle, almost womanish way; his complexion was fair and delicate, his hair golden, and his eyes of a deep blue.

He had a very charming stripling grace--for he was but in his twenty-first year--and he dressed with all the care of a Court-gallant.
"Has that whelp Godolphin been to visit you ?" he asked as he entered.
"Aye," growled Sir Oliver.

"He came to tell me some things and to hear some others in return." "Ha.