She was not worthy of such a sacrifice.' 'He also is one whom they say you resemble a little in feature, I think,' said Charlotte.
'Do they ?' replied De Stancy.

'I wonder if it's true.' He set down the candles, and asking the girls to withdraw for a moment, was inside the upper part of the suit of armour in incredibly quick time.

Going then and placing himself in front of a low-hanging painting near the original, so as to be enclosed by the frame while covering the figure, arranging the sword as in the one above, and setting the light that it might fall in the right direction, he recalled them; when he put the question, 'Is the resemblance strong ?' He looked so much like a man of bygone times that neither of them replied, but remained curiously gazing at him.

His modern and comparatively sallow complexion, as seen through the open visor, lent an ethereal ideality to his appearance which the time-stained countenance of the original warrior totally lacked.
At last Paula spoke, so stilly that she seemed a statue enunciating: 'Are the verses known that he wrote with his blood ?' 'O yes, they have been carefully preserved.' Captain De Stancy, with true wooer's instinct, had committed some of them to memory that morning from the printed copy to be found in every well-ordered library.

'I fear I don't remember them all,' he said, 'but they begin in this way:-- "From one that dyeth in his discontent, Dear Faire, receive this greeting to thee sent; And still as oft as it is read by thee, Then with some deep sad sigh remember mee! O 'twas my fortune's error to vow dutie, To one that bears defiance in her beautie! Sweete poyson, pretious wooe, infectious jewell-- Such is a Ladie that is faire and cruell.
How well could I with ayre, camelion-like, Live happie, and still gazeing on thy cheeke, In which, forsaken man, methink I see How goodlie love doth threaten cares to mee.
Why dost thou frowne thus on a kneelinge soule, Whose faults in love thou may'st as well controule ?-- In love--but O, that word; that word I feare Is hateful still both to thy hart and eare!.