Ralph Percy, and come drink with us.”

“Not I,” I said. “I would sooner drink with — some one else.”

He laughed. “Here’s my lord himself shall persuade you.”

My lord, dressed with his usual magnificence and darkly handsome as ever, was indeed standing within the guest-house door. Pory drew up beside him. I was passing on with a slight bow, when the Secretary caught me by the sleeve. At the Governor’s house wine had been set forth to revive the jaded Council, and he was already half seas over. “Tarry with us, captain!” he cried. “Good wine’s good wine, no matter who pours it! ‘S bud! in my young days men called a truce and forgot they were foes when the bottle went round!”