`` I am straight for him , '' was the reply . `` Well , we have all our sins . We must all come to our latter day , good Richard . '' `` Ay , sir ; and it were well if we all came fairly , '' answered Dick . The priest dropped his eyes , and with an inaudible benediction hurried on . `` He , too ! '' thought Dick -- `` he , that taught me in piety ! Nay , then , what a world is this , if all that care for me be blood-guilty of my father 's death ? Vengeance ! Alas ! what a sore fate is mine , if I must be avenged upon my friends ! '' The thought put Matcham in his head . He smiled at the remembrance of his strange companion , and then wondered where he was . Ever since they had come together to the doors of the Moat House the younger lad had disappeared , and Dick began to weary for a word with him . About an hour after , mass being somewhat hastily run through by Sir Oliver , the company gathered in the hall for dinner . It was a long , low apartment , strewn with green rushes , and the walls hung with arras in a design of savage men and questing bloodhounds ; here and there hung spears and bows and bucklers ; a fire blazed in the big chimney ; there were arras-covered benches round the wall , and in the midst the table , fairly spread , awaited the arrival of the diners . Neither Sir Daniel nor his lady made their appearance . Sir Oliver himself was absent , and here again there was no word of Matcham . Dick began to grow alarmed , to recall his companion 's melancholy forebodings , and to wonder to himself if any foul play had befallen him in that house . After dinner he found Goody Hatch , who was hurrying to my Lady Brackley .
`` Goody , '' he said , `` where is Master XXXXX , I prithee ?
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