I wonder what the future of civilized races will be." "Here is Mother Cockleshell.

Best ask her." The trio had reached a small tent at the very end of the camp by this time, snugly set up under a spreading oak and near the banks of a babbling brook.

Their progress had not been interrupted by any claims on their attention or purses, for a wink from Chaldea had informed her brother and sister gypsies that the Gentile lady had come to consult the queen of the tribe.

And, like Lord Burleigh's celebrated nod, Chaldea's wink could convey volumes.

At all events, Lambert and his companion were unmolested, and arrived in due course before the royal palace.