Edward partook of the meal offered him in silence, Patience occupying
herself with her work, and keeping her eyes fixed on it, unless when
she gave a slight glance at the table to see if any thing was
required. When the meal was over, Phoebe removed the tray, and then
Edward rose to take his leave.
"Nay, do not go yet--I have much to say first; let me again ask you
how we can serve you."
"I never can take any office under the present rulers of the nation,
so that question is at rest."
"I was afraid that you would answer so," replied Patience, gravely:
"do not think I blame you; for many are there already who would gladly
retrace their steps if it were possible. They little thought, when
they opposed the king, that affairs would have ended as they have
done. Where do you live, sir?"
"At the opposite side of the forest, in a house belonging to me now,
but which was inherited by my grandfather."
"Do you live alone--surely not?"
"No, I do not."
"Nay, you may tell me any thing, for I would never repeat what might
hurt you, or you might not wish to have known."
"I live with my brother and two sisters, for my grandfather is lately
dead."
"Is your brother younger than you are?"
"He is."
"And your sisters, what are their ages?"
"They are younger still.
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