'
No reply, but Rupert scratched away very diligently with his pen, the
inkstand preventing Elizabeth from seeing what he was about.
'Anne,' said Elizabeth, leaning back, and turning round, 'I am
thinking of making a collection of the heroes who could not bear to
be beaten at chess, beginning with Charlemagne's Paladins, who
regularly beat out each other's brains with the silver chess-board,
then the Black Prince, and Philippe of Burgundy. Can you help me to
any more?'
Anne did not hear, and Rupert remained silent as ever; and Elizabeth,
determining to let him make himself as silly as he pleased, took up
her work and sewed on her braid very composedly. Katherine had come
down again at dinner-time, and was working in silence. She had been
standing by the piano, but finding that no one asked her to play, or
took any notice of her, she had come back to the table.
'Dear me, Prince Rupert,' said she, looking over his shoulder, 'what
strange thing are you doing there?'
'A slight sketch,' said he, 'to be placed in Lizzie's album as a
companion to a certain paragraph which I believe she has studied.
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