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disappeared, and Dick began to weary for a word with him.
About an hour after, mass being somewhat hastily run through by Sir
Oliver, the company gathered in the hall for dinner. It was a long, low
apartment, strewn with green rushes, and the walls hung with arras in a
design of savage men and questing bloodhounds; here and there hung
spears
and bows and bucklers; a fire blazed in the big chimney; there were
arras-covered benches round the wall, and in the midst the table, fairly
spread, awaited the arrival of the diners. Neither Sir Daniel nor his
lady made their appearance. Sir Oliver himself was absent, and here
again there was no word of Matcham. Dick began to grow alarmed, to
recall his companion's melancholy forebodings, and to wonder to himself
if any foul play had befallen him in that house.
After dinner he found Goody Hatch, who was hurrying to my Lady Brackley.
"Goody," he said, "where is Master Matcham, I prithee? I saw ye go in
with him when we arrived."
The old woman laughed aloud.
"Ah, Master Dick," she said, "y' have a famous bright eye in your head,
to be sure!" and laughed again.
"Nay, but where is he, indeed?" persisted Dick.
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