'I have one treasure left--my poor monkey; he's a wonderful fellow--he has travelled half over the world, and is a perfect fine gentleman--and my true comrade until now.

Do you think Dr.Walsingham, of his charity, would give the poor fellow free quarters at the Elms ?' She was going to make answer with a jest, satirically; but her mood changed quickly.

It was, she thought, saucy of Captain Devereux to fancy that she should care to have his pet; and she answered a little gravely-- 'I can't say indeed; had you cared to see him, you might have asked him; but, indeed, Captain Devereux, I believe you're jesting.' 'Faith! Madam, I believe I am; or, it does not much matter--dreaming perhaps.

There's our bugle!' And the sweet sounds quivered and soared through the pleasant air.

'How far away it sounds already; ours are sweet bugles--the sweetest bugles to my ear in the wide world.