"Has her ladyship everything she wants for supper ?" "Everything, thanks, honest friend, and as I am famished and dead with fatigue, I pray you see to the rooms." "Now tell me," she said eagerly, as soon as Jellyband had gone from the room, "tell me all your news." "There is nothing else much to tell you, Lady Blakeney," replied the young man.

"The storm makes it quite impossible for any vessel to put out of Dover this tide.

But, what seems to you at first a terrible calamity is really a blessing in disguise.

If we cannot cross over to France to-night, Chauvelin is in the same quandary.
"He may have left before the storm broke out." "God grant he may," said Sir Andrew, merrily, "for very likely then he'll have been driven out of his course! Who knows?
He may now even be lying at the bottom of the sea, for there is a furious storm raging, and it will fare ill with all small craft which happen to be out.

But I fear me we cannot build our hopes upon the shipwreck of that cunning devil, and of all his murderous plans.