You cannot do better, I think, than go to him." * * * * * It was with a miserable heart that an hour or two later he came down to supper.

His father was already at table, sitting grimly in his place; he made no sign of welcome or recognition as his son came in.

During the meal itself this was of no great consequence, as silence was the custom; but the boy's heart sank yet further as, still without a word to him, the squire rose from table at the end and went as usual through the parlour door.

He hesitated a moment before following.

Then he grasped his courage and went after.
All things were as usual there--the wine set out and the sweetmeats, and his father in his usual place, Yet still there was silence.
Robin began to meditate again, yet alert for a sign or a word.