"THE CA VALIER'S PETS." Io0

stout defiant Cavaliers were forced to respect the equally stout
and dogged Roundheads, and to carry rueful hearts within
their bold breasts under their bluff exteriors; and the Round-
heads were compelled to grant grace to men who-in spite of
their effeminate love-looks, the levity of their songs, even the
profanity of their oaths-struggled against defeat like English-
men, endured like men, and, with all their follies and sins,
were the countrymen and neighbours of their conquerors. As
they were human and Christian, these conquerors could not
see the beaten foemen biting the dust and wallowing in their
blood silently, and think of the near and far halls and granges
which these deaths, that were their deed, would leave desolate,
without groaning in spirit over some of the fruits of victory,
even while the fighters were persuaded it was the Lord's
triumph over the Man of Sin and Satan.
 Roy and Reine's master was a Cavalier, a man in the prime
of life, who had seen the loss of a good many things he
valued, before the civil war deprived him at last of his already
dilapidated old court, and sent him adrift to wander in
disguise here and there, and lie in hiding till better days
came round, and the King should enjoy his own again. He
was a Master Neville of the Alders, himself a scion, and his
estate a fragment, of what had been, so far back as the Wars
of the Roses, the mighty Neville family, with their vast
domains.
 When peace yet prevailed in England, and the storm was
only brewing in the sky, Master Neville went to court and
ruffled it with the best. He was then a young man, and made
a picturesque figure in his slashed velvet satin doublet, his long
Spanish leather boots, his falling collar, and just such a hat