"Her high Majesty will kiss her on the brow, and in Jersey Isle she shall blossom and bloom and know bounty--or never more shall I have privilege and perquage." He lumbered forward and kissed Angele's hand as though conferring distinction, but with great generosity.

"I said that all should go well, and so it shall.

Rozel shall prevail.

The Queen knows on what rock to build, as I made warrant for her, and will still do so." His vanity was incorrigible, but through it ran so child-like a spirit that it bred friendship and repulsed not.

The Duke's Daughter pressed the arm of Angele, who replied: "Indeed it has been so according to your word, and we are--I am--shall ever be beholden.