Ah, said I not so! Were't measured for you by Silas Thomson, the court armourer, it could not grip better.

Now on with the head-piece.

A close fit again.

You are now a cavalier whom Monmouth or any other leader might be proud to see ride beneath his banner.' Both helmet and body-plates were of the finest Milan steel, richly inlaid with silver and with gold, and carved all over in rare and curious devices.

So stern and soldierly was the effect, that the ruddy, kindly visage of our friend staring out of such a panoply had an ill-matched and somewhat ludicrous appearance.
'Nay, nay,' cried the old cavalier, seeing a smile upon our features, 'it is but right that so precious a jewel as a faithful heart should have a fitting casket to protect it.' 'I am truly beholden to you, sir,' said Reuben; 'I can scarce find words to express my thanks.