That young lady is Miss Harriet Hunsden.

Don't lose your head, my lord.

One gentleman possesses that heart, and all the rest of you may sigh in vain." "Indeed! And who is the fortunate possessor ?" "Captain Hunsden, her father." At the first mention of her name Sir Everard Kingsland had turned sharply around and beheld--his fate.

But he did not know it.

He only saw a handsome, spirited-looking girl, sitting a magnificent roan horse as easily as if it had been an arm-chair, and talking animatedly to a stalwart soldierly man with white hair and mustache.
As he glanced away from his prolonged stare he met the piercing gaze of Lady Louise's turquoise-blue eyes.
"_Et tu, Brute_ ?" she cried gayly.