"Galliard, Galliard--not he whom they called 'Rakehelly Galliard,' and who gave us such trouble in the late King's time ?" Crispin breathed once more.

Ashburn's scrutiny was explained.
"The same, sir," he answered, with a smile and a fresh bow.

"Your servant, sir; and yours, madam." Cynthia looked with interest at the lank, soldierly figure.

She, too, had heard--as who had not ?--wild stories of this man's achievements.

But of no feat of his had she been told that could rival that of his escape from Worcester; and when, that same evening, Kenneth related it, as they supped, her low-lidded eyes grew very wide, and as they fell on Crispin, admiration had taken now the place of interest.
Romance swayed as great a portion of her heart as it does of most women's.