I trust that my Lord Carnal will make my poor house his own during his stay in Virginia--What's the matter, my lord ?" My lord's face was dark red, his black eyes afire, his mustaches working up and down.

His white teeth had closed with a click on the loud oath which had interrupted the Governor's speech.

Honest Sir George and his circle stared at this unaccountable guest in amazement not unmixed with dismay.

As for myself, I knew before he spoke what had caused the oath and the fierce triumph in that handsome face.

Master Jeremy Sparrow had moved a little to one side, thus exposing to view that which his great body had before screened from observation,--namely, Mistress Jocelyn Percy.
In a moment the favorite was before her, hat in hand, bowing to the ground.
"My quest hath ended where I feared it but begun!" he cried, flushed and exultant.