It caused great grief to both Hardy and Huysman,--and to me, too." A lump came into Robert's throat.

He did have friends, many and powerful, and they mourned him.

He seemed to have the faculty of inspiring liking wherever he went.

He had been standing in the shadow, while the wounded man sat where the sunlight from the windows poured upon him.

He moved a little nearer where he could be more clearly seen, and said: "But what if I tell you that Robert Lennox is not dead, that he survived a most nefarious plot against him, that he was, in truth, kidnapped and carried far away to sea, but was rescued in a most remarkable manner and has come back to his own land." "'Tis impossible! 'Tis a wild tale, though God knows I wish it were true, because he was a fine and gallant lad." "'Tis a wild tale, sir, that I confess, but 'tis not impossible, for it has happened.