"
"But it won't come before we sail. 'Tis only seven weeks. Whatever
happens, they'll riddle away that much time first, in talk and
preparation; they always do."
"But we must wait, my dear, till the question is decided whether
there's to be war or peace. If we come round to the certainty of
peace, which is doubtful, then of course there's naught to hinder us.
But if there's war, why, we've no choice but to see it out before we
leave the country."
I never elsewhere saw such utter, indignant consternation as came over
Margaret's face.
"But why? For what reason?" she cried. "Will not vessels sail, as
usual? Are you afraid we shall be harmed on the sea? 'Tis ridiculous!
The rebels have no war-ships. Why need we stay? What have we to do
with these troubles? 'Tis not our business to put them down. The king
has soldiers enough."
"Ay," said Phil, surprised at her vehemence, but speaking the more
quietly for that, "'tis the colonies will need soldiers."
"Then what folly are you talking? Why should we stay for this war."
"That I may take my part in it, my dear."
"Bravo, brother Phil!" cried Tom Faringfield. "You nor I sha'n't miss
a chance to fight for the king!"
"Nor I, either," I added.
"'Tis not for the king, that I shall be fighting," said Phil, simply.
A silence of astonishment fell on the company. 'Twas broken by Mr.
Faringfield:
"Bravo, Phil, say _I_ this time.
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