We were right, you see, in our guess of Veranilda's origin; I could wish she had been any one else.

Patience, patience! You know that I left you here to go to Neapolis.

There I received letters from Rome, one of them from Bessas himself, and, by strange hazard, the subject of it was the daughter of Ebrimut.' Basil made a gesture of repugnance.

'Nay, call her the daughter of Theodenantha.' 'As you will.

In any case the granddaughter of a king, and not likely to be quite forgotten by the royal family of her own race.