I will win a name for myself, and a fortune too, ere my head be gray.

Alas for the old days of chivalry, when men might ride forth to fame and glory, and win both that and wealth in a few short years! Those bright days are gone for ever.

Still methinks I will conquer fate yet!" Culverhouse looked as though fitted indeed for some career of chivalrous daring.

He and Cuthbert would gladly have ridden forth together upon some knightly quest; but the days for such things had gone by, as both recognized with a sigh.

Still there was brightness in Cuthbert's eyes as he said: "Mistress Kate will spend her Christmas at the Cross Way House, and I trow that others of the Trevlyns will do the like.