ruddy hair, a broad, high forehead arched a pair of shifty grey eyes
and a large, full nose overhung a mouth of indifferent strength, while
the whole was gripped by a chin that was a fit complement to the
forehead. He paused for an instant, as his glance fell on Gloucester's
companions, and his surprise was very evident--then he doffed bonnet
and came forward.

"By St. Paul!" exclaimed Richard, rising and extending his hand, "it is
so long since I have seen the Duke of Buckingham that it was well to
announce him formally."

"It is only those with the fame of a Gloucester that require no
introduction," replied Stafford, with a graceful bow that included also
Rivers and Grey.

"Come, come, Sir Duke!" said Richard, "this is too much of a family
gathering for the turning of compliments."

"In truth, yes," returned Buckingham--"a half-brother and three uncles
of our King--but, pardieu! where is His Majesty? Methought you
traveled with him, fair brother-in-law."

"Edward lies to-night at Stoney Stratford," replied Rivers.

"Aye, it is unexpected all around, this meeting, it seems," said
Richard suavely. "And, by St. Paul! a happy chance indeed. Come,
Buckingham, the gross chare grow cold; take place and fall to. . .
Catesby, tell the cook to sauce another capon and unbrace a mallard."

In all history there scarce had been a supper party such as this.