"It is a very peremptory summons," he said, and passed the note to his friend.
The young master's grey eyes skimmed it.

Thoughtfully he stroked his golden beard.
"You'll not go ?" he said, between question and assertion.
"Why not?
Haven't I been a daily visitor at the fort... ?" "But it'll be about the Old Wolf that he wants to see you.

It gives him a grievance at last.

You know, Peter, that it is Lord Julian alone has stood between Bishop and his hate of you.

If now he can show that...." "What if he can ?" Blood interrupted carelessly.