I know you are the most beautiful lady in England, and to-morrow will be called Lady Kingsley!" "I am something more," said Leoline, holding his hand between both hers, and bending near him; "I am your sister!" The Earl of Rochester's page must have had good blood in his veins; for never was there duke, grandee, or peer of the realm, more radically and unaffectedly nonchalant than he.

To this unexpected announcement he listened with most dignified and well-bred composure, and in his secret heart, or rather vanity, more disappointed than otherwise, to find his first solution of her tenderness a great mistake.

Leoline held his hand tight in hers, and looked with loving and tearful eyes in his face.
"Dear Hubert, you are my brother--my long-unknown brother, and I love you with my whole heart!" "Am I ?" said Hubert.

"I dare say I am, for they all say we look as much alike as two peas.

I am excessively delighted to hear it, and to know that you love me.