I have a surprise for you.

It is not enough for me to hurl this aspiring youth from his proud position, and cover him with disgrace--it is not enough to immure him in the Fleet; but I will deprive him of his choicest treasure--of the object of his devoted affections." "Ay, indeed!" exclaimed Sir Francis.
"By my directions Clement Lanyere has kept constant watch over him, and has discovered that the young man's heart is fixed upon a maiden of great beauty, named Aveline Calveley, daughter of the crazy Puritan who threatened the King's life some three or four months ago at Theobalds." "I mind me of the circumstance," observed Sir Francis.
"This maiden lives in great seclusion with an elderly dame, but I have found out her retreat.

I have said that Sir Jocelyn is enamoured of her, and she is by no means insensible to his passion.

But a bar exists to their happiness.

Almost with his last breath, a promise was extorted from his daughter by Hugh Calveley, that if her hand should be claimed within a year by one to whom he had engaged her, but with whose name even she was wholly unacquainted, she would unhesitatingly give it to him." "And will the claim be made ?" "It will." "And think you she will fulfil her promise ?" "I am sure of it.