He entered,--the same tall warrior, slim, and beautiful, blazing in shining steel.

He approached the Prince's throne, supported on each side by a friend likewise in armor.

He knelt gracefully on one knee.
"I come," said he in a voice trembling with emotion, "to claim, as per advertisement, the hand of the lovely Lady Helen." And he held out a copy of the Allgemeine Zeitung as he spoke.
"Art thou noble, Sir Knight ?" asked the Prince of Cleves.
"As noble as yourself," answered the kneeling steel.
"Who answers for thee ?" "I, Karl, Margrave of Godesberg, his father!" said the knight on the right hand, lifting up his visor.
"And I--Ludwig, Count of Hombourg, his godfather!" said the knight on the left, doing likewise.
The kneeling knight lifted up his visor now, and looked on Helen.
"I KNEW IT WAS," said she, and fainted as she saw Otto the Archer.
But she was soon brought to, gentles, as I have small need to tell ye.
In a very few days after, a great marriage took place at Cleves under the patronage of Saint Bugo, Saint Buffo, and Saint Bendigo.

After the marriage ceremony, the happiest and handsomest pair in the world drove off in a chaise-and-four, to pass the honeymoon at Kissingen.

The Lady Theodora, whom we left locked up in her convent a long while since, was prevailed upon to come back to Godesberg, where she was reconciled to her husband.