ture, and it has another kind of thing about the throat and no band-strings as he has, and"
"And why should not the gentleman be like his ancestor, you silly boy?" said the Lord Keeper.
"Ay; but if he is come to chase us all out of the castle," said the boy, "and has twenty men at his back in disguise—and is come to say, with a hollow voice, I bide my time,—and is to kill you on the hearth as Malise did the other man, and whose blood is still to be seen!"
"Hush! nonsense!" said the Lord Keeper, not himself much pleased to hear these disagreeable coincidences forced on his notice. "Master, here comes Lockhard to say dinner is served."
And, at the same instant, Lucy entered at another door, having changed her dress since her return. The exquisite feminine beauty of her countenance, now shaded only by a profusion of sunny tresses; the sylph-like form disencumbered of her heavy
