He is far the best of what is known at court as 'the Royal Clique,' and is an angel of goodness compared with the king and his despicable son, James Crofts, Duke of Monmouth.

Do you want to tell me where and how you met Hamilton ?" After a moment's silence she began her pathetic little narrative, hesitating at first, but gathering courage as she spoke:-- "I first saw him on the street in St.Albans, more than a month ago.

Of course I did not look directly at him, but I saw him and knew that he was looking at me.

I have been used to being stared at by men since I was a child of twelve--I am past eighteen now, you know--and learned long ago not to resent an impertinence which is alike unavoidable and, in a poor way, flattering.

But there was this difference: when he stared at me I blush to say I liked it, nor should I have repulsed him had he spoken to me.