turn his face once more towards the pictures, and pay no attention to what they said.
"Why do you not speak to the Master, you little fool?" said the Lord Keeper.
"I am afraid," said Henry, in a very low tone.
"Afraid, you goose!" said his father, giving him a slight shake by the collar. "What makes you afraid?"
"What makes him so like the picture of Sir Malise Ravenswood, then?" said the boy, whispering.
"What picture, you natural?" said his father. "I used to think you only a scapegrace, but I believe you will turn out a born idiot."
"I tell you it is the picture of old Malise of Ravenswood, and he is as like it as if he had loupen out of the canvas; and it is up in the old Baron's hall that the maids launder the clothes in, and it has armour and not a coat like the gentleman, and he has not a beard and whiskers like the pic-
