Amen and amen." Now kiss the stone.' The trembling boy repeated the words, and kissed the stone, as desired.
The Duke led him off by the hand.

That night the junior shepherd slept in Shakeforest Towers, and the next day he was sent away for tuition to a remote village.

Thence he went to a preparatory establishment, and in due course to a public school.
FOURTH NIGHT On a winter evening many years subsequent to the above-mentioned occurrences, the ci-devant shepherd sat in a well-furnished office in the north wing of Shakeforest Towers in the guise of an ordinary educated man of business.

He appeared at this time as a person of thirty-eight or forty, though actually he was several years younger.

A worn and restless glance of the eye now and then, when he lifted his head to search for some letter or paper which had been mislaid, seemed to denote that his was not a mind so thoroughly at ease as his surroundings might have led an observer to expect.
His pallor, too, was remarkable for a countryman.