And I will work!" cried the boy, as he tossed back his curls and lifted up to his mother a face that in brightness and energy was the very copy of her own, or what hers used to be.

"I'll show you, and the earl too, how hard I can work--as hard as if for daily bread.

I'll do every thing he wishes me--I'll be his right hand, as he says.

I will make a name for myself and him too--mother, you know I am to bear his name ?" "Yes, my boy." "And I am glad to bear it.

I told him so.