Thou wilt see the Lord Hastings: he is less learned, perhaps, than Worcester, less dainty in accomplishments and gifts than Anthony Woodville, but his mind is profound and vast; all men praise him save the queen's kin.

He loves scholars; he is mild to distress; he laughs at the superstitions of the vulgar.

Thou wilt see the Lord Hastings, and thou mayst interest him in thy father's genius and his fate!" "There is frankness in thy voice, and I will trust thee," answered Sibyll.

"When shall I seek this lord ?" "This day, if thou wilt.

He lodges at the Tower, and gives access, it is said, to all who need his offices, or seek succour from his power." "This day, then, be it!" answered Sibyll, calmly.
Hilyard gazed at her countenance, rendered so noble in its youthful resignation, in its soft firmness of expression, and muttering, "Heaven prosper thee, maiden; we shall meet tomorrow," descended the stairs, and quitted the house.
His heart smote him when he was in the street.