In storm you have been with us, so true a pilot and so brave a sailor; and if we come to port and the quiet shore, there shall be spread a feast of remembrance which shall never grow cold, Seigneur." "One ingle-nook right warm shall be Where my heart hath good company," sang the fool, and catching by the arm Buonespoir, who ducked his head in farewell, ran him into the greenwood.

Angele came forward as if to stay Buonespoir, but stopped short reflectively.

As she did so, the Duke's Daughter whispered quickly into Lempriere's ear.
Swelling with pride he nodded, and said: "I will reach him and discover myself to him, and bring him, if he stray, most undoubted and infallible lady," and with an air of mystery he made a heavily respectful exit.
Left alone, the two ladies seated themselves in the bower of roses, and for a moment were silent.

Presently the Duke's Daughter laughed aloud.
"In what seas of dear conceit swims your leviathan Seigneur, heart's-ease ?" Angele stole a hand into the cool palm of the other.

"He was builded for some lonely sea all his own.