Gerald is living on the consummation of his hopes being realized, while I would fain remind him of the line--'Hope deferred maketh the heart sick.'" "Mamma, dear, you always seem to prefer the dark side," returned Maude.
"Let us change the subject, as it is surely unjust to Rosamond." "It is to be hoped that your fond dream may serve you aright," said her ladyship, with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.
At that moment Maude Bereford arose and playfully approached the door wherein stood the future Lord Bereford, the heir of Bereford Castle.
Tall, handsome, and affable, Gerald Bereford bore a strong resemblance to her ladyship, but lacking that severity which predominated in the latter.

Bold, regular features stamped the face of the young man.

There was firmness about the mouth that indicated a strong energy and perseverance, at the sacrifice of much feeling.

On the whole there was much in favor of Gerald Bereford's preferences; his clear, grey eye showed keen intellect, combined with mirth and humor; a deep manly voice, with purity of tone, spoke of truth and conscientious convictions.

Such was the character and personal appearance of the nephew and favorite of Sir Thomas Seymour.
Maude led her brother to a seat beside Lady Bereford, and seated herself on a stool at his feet.
"Is this not a golden evening, Gerald ?" questioned the young girl, looking up in her brother's face.
"Yes," replied Gerald, "but to enjoy the golden beauty, as you term it, I enforce strict and immediate attention to my wishes, and request your ladyship, and this little girl, will accept the escort of your liege lord." "My liege lord will need those gallantries in reserve," returned the sister, in arch and naive tones.
Lady Bereford waived the imperative demand by desiring to remain.