The ladies talked of nothing but Mr.Scott, and his perfection of person, manner and conversation, until the entrance of the gentlemen from the dining-room.
The host and the member for Lone came in arm in arm, and a little in the rear of the other guests, and lingered behind them.
"This most extraordinary young man, this Mr.Scott--you have known him some time, my lord ?" said Sir Lemuel Levison, in a low tone.
"Ay, probably as long as you have, Sir Lemuel," replied the Premier, with a peculiarly intelligent smile.
"Ah, yes! I see! Your lordship has possibly detected my recognition of this young gentleman," said Sir Lemuel.
"Of course.

And I, on my part, knew him when I first saw him again after some years." "His name was common enough to escape detection." "Yes, but his face was not, my dear sir.

The profile of the 'princely Hereward' could never be mistaken.

Our first meeting was purely accidental.

He was pointed out to me one evening at a public meeting, as the 'Justus' of the '_National Liberator_.' I looked and recognized the Marquis of Arondelle.