"Fontenoy, of course ?" "Fontenoy, of course.

Ludwell, I've won!" The elder brother pushed back his chair, rose, and, going to the younger, put both hands upon his shoulders.

"Fair.

I'm glad! I told you that you would.

She's the loveliest black-eyed lady--and as for you, you deserve your fortune! _Monsieur mon frere_, I make you my congratulations!" "What a blaze of light you've got in here! All the way home my horse's hoofs were saying, _Unity Cary--Unity Cary_." Ludwell laughed.