“The light comes jaggedly through the branches,” objected my lord’s second. “Better try the open again.”

Rolfe uttered an exclamation of impatience, and my lord stamped his foot on the ground. “What is this foolery, sir?” the latter cried fiercely. “The ground’s well enough, and there ‘s sufficient light to die by.”

“Let the light pass, then,” said his second resignedly. “Gentlemen, are you read — Ods blood! my lord, I had not noticed the roses upon your lordship’s shoes! They are so large and have such a fall that they sweep the ground on either side your foot; you might stumble in all that dangling ribbon and lace. Allow me to remove them.