Please God, the Earl of Rochester's page will yet wear the coronet of the De Montmorencis!" "And the sister of a marquis will be no unworthy mate even for a Kingsley," said Hubert.

"Has La Masque left nothing for her ?" "Do you see this casket ?" tapping the one of cared brass dangling from his belt; "well, it is full of jewels worth a king's ransom.

I found them in a drawer of La Masque's house, with directions that they were to be given to her sisters at her death.

Miranda being dead, I presume they are all Leoline's now." "This is a queer business altogether!" said Hubert, musingly; "and I am greatly mistaken if King Louis will not regard it as a very pretty little work of fiction." "But I have proofs, lad! The authenticity of these papers cannot be doubted." "With all my heart.

I have no objections to be made a marquis of, and go back to la belle France, out of this land of plague and fog.