"Mistress Vernon and Lady Madge Stanley are at the inn.

If you wish to inquire more particularly concerning Lady Crawford's health, I will ask them if they wish to receive you.

They are in the parlor." Will was the king of trumps! "Say to them," said I, "that Sir Francois de Lorraine--mark the name carefully, please--and his friend desire to make inquiry concerning Lady Crawford's health, and would deem it a great honor should the ladies grant them an interview." Will's countenance was as expressionless as the face upon the mug from which he had been drinking.

"I shall inform the ladies of your honor's request." He thereupon placed the half-emptied mug upon the fire-shelf and left the room.
When Will announced his errand to the girls, Dorothy said in surprise:-- "Sir Francois de Lorraine?
That is the name of the Grand Duc de Guise, but surely--Describe him to me, Will." "He is about your height, Mistress Dorothy, and is very handsome," responded Will.
The latter part of Will's description placed me under obligation to him to the extent of a gold pound sterling.
"Ah, it is John!" thought Dorothy, forgetting the fact that John was a great deal taller than she, but feeling that Will's description of "very handsome" could apply to only one man in the world.

"He has taken Malcolm's name." Then she said, "Bring him to us, Will.