Why don't you pay your respects?
Don't know her, eh?
Come alone; I'll present you." Sir Everard's heart gave a sudden plunge, quite unaccountably.

Without a word he rode up to where the gray-eyed enchantress held her magic circle.
"Harrie, my dear," said the elderly nobleman, "I bring a worshiper who hovers aloof and gazes in speechless admiration.

Let me present my young friend, Sir Everard Kingsland, Miss Hunsden." Sir Everard took off his hat, and bent to his saddle-bow.
"Sir Everard Kingsland!" cried Captain Hunsden, cordially.

"Son of my old friend, Sir Jasper, I'll be sworn! My dear boy, how are you?
I knew your father well.

We were at Rugby together, and sworn companions.