Indeed, there are two families settled here who fled from Niort, and these have told how you and your cousin saved them from the Catholics.
"I warrant you they have told the tale often enough since they have come here; and it has made quite a stir in Canterbury, and there is not a week passes without some of your old school friends, who used to come up here with you, running up to ask the last news of you, and to hear your letters read; and it has been a pleasure to me to read them, lad, and to see how they opened their eyes when they heard that the Queen of Navarre and her son had given you presents, and that you often rode with the young prince, and his cousin Conde.
"You have changed, Philip, mightily; not in your face, for I see but little alteration there, but in your manner and air.

The boys did not seem to understand how you, whom they looked on as one of themselves, could be riding to battle with nobles and talking with princes; but I think they will understand better, when they see you.

You look almost too fine for such simple people as we are, Philip; though I do not say your clothes are not of sombre hues, as might be expected from one fighting in the Huguenot ranks." "I am sure, father," Philip laughed, "there is nothing fine about me.

I have gained knighthood, it is true; but a poorer knight never sat in saddle, seeing that I have neither a square yard of land nor a penny piece of my own, owing everything to the kindness of my good uncle, and yourself." "I must go out tomorrow morning, Philip, and look at those horses of yours.

They must be rare beasts, from what you say of them." "That are they, father.