Bring her--bring the old servants; they, too, will know me." "All are gone but five--Peter, Halsey, David, Bernard, and Margaret." So saying, Hugh left the room.

Miles stood musing a while, then began to walk the floor, muttering-- "The five arch-villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and honest -- 'tis an odd thing." He continued walking back and forth, muttering to himself; he had forgotten the King entirely.

By-and-by his Majesty said gravely, and with a touch of genuine compassion, though the words themselves were capable of being interpreted ironically-- "Mind not thy mischance, good man; there be others in the world whose identity is denied, and whose claims are derided.

Thou hast company." "Ah, my King," cried Hendon, colouring slightly, "do not thou condemn me -- wait, and thou shalt see.

I am no impostor--she will say it; you shall hear it from the sweetest lips in England.