She dressed herself in tremulous haste, and hurried to lady Margaret's room, where she hoped to see him.

No one was there, and she tried the nursery, but finding only Molly and her attendant, returned to the parlour, and there seated herself to wait, supposing lady Margaret and he had gone together to morning service.
They had really gone to the oak parlour, whither the marquis generally made his first move after an attack that had confined him to his room; for in the large window of that parlour, occupying nearly the whole side of it towards the moat, he generally sat when well enough to be about and take cognizance of what was going on; and there they now found him.
'Welcome home, Herbert!' he said, kindly, holding out his hand.

'And how does my wild Irishwoman this morning?
Crying her eyes out because her husband is come back, eh ?--But, Herbert, lad, whence is all that noise of spurs and scabbards--and in the fountain court, too?
I heard them go clanking and clattering through the hall like a torrent of steel! Here I sit, a poor gouty old man, deserted of my children and servants--all gone to church--to serve a better Master--not a page or a maid left me to send out to see and bring me word what is the occasion thereof! I was on the point of hobbling to the door myself when you came.' 'Being on my way to the forest of Dean, my lord, and coming round by Raglan to inquire after you and my lady, I did bring with me some of my officers to dine and drink your lordship's health on our way.' 'You shall all be welcome, though I fear I shall not make one,' said the marquis, with a grimace, for just then he had a twinge of the gout.
'I am sorry to see you suffer, sir,' said his son.
'Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly upward,' returned the marquis, giving a kick with the leg which contained his inheritance; and then came a pause, during which lady Margaret left the room.
'My lord,' said Herbert at length, with embarrassment, and forcing himself to speak, 'I am sorry to trouble you again, after all the money, enough to build this castle from the foundations--' 'Ah! ha!' interjected the marquis, but lord Herbert went on-- 'which you have already spent on behalf of the king, my master, but--' 'YOUR master, Herbert!' said the marquis, testily.

'Well ?' 'I must have some more money for his pressing necessities.' In his self-compulsion he had stumbled upon the wrong word.
'MUST you ?' cried the marquis angrily.

'Pray take it.' And drawing the keys of his treasury from the pocket of his frieze coat, he threw them down on the table before him.