My lands and my wealth have been confiscated to enrich new men; and to one of them--one of the enemies of the only king whom Alice de Longueville will acknowledge--I owe the food for my board and the roof for my head.

Do you marvel now that I am so changed ?" Sibyll rose and kissed the lady's hand, and the tear that sparkled on its surface was her only answer.
"I learn," said the dame of Longueville, "that your father has an order from the Lord Hastings to see King Henry.

I trust that he will rest here as he returns, to tell me how the monarch-saint bears his afflictions.
But I know: his example should console us all." She paused a moment, and resumed, "Sees your father much of the Lord Hastings ?" "He never saw him that I weet of," answered Sibyll, blushing; "the order was given, but as of usual form to a learned scholar." "But given to whom ?" persisted the lady.

"To--to me," replied Sibyll, falteringly.

The dame of Longueville smiled.
"Ah, Hastings could scarcely say no to a prayer from such rosy lips.