"I have no rom." "Ah, your are not married ?" "No," declared Chaldea curtly, and shot a swift glance at Lambert.
"She is waiting for the fairy prince," said that young gentleman smiling.

"And he is coming to this camp almost immediately." "Ishmael Hearne is coming," replied the gypsy.

"But he is no rom of mine, and never will be." "Who is he, then ?" asked Lambert carelessly.
"One of the great Romany." Miss Greeby remembered that Mother Cockleshell had also spoken of the expected arrival at the camp in these terms.

"A kind of king ?" she asked.
Chaldea laughed satirically.

"Yes; a kind of king," she assented; then turned her back rudely on the speaker and addressed Lambert: "I can't come, rye.