Where have you left her, Ormiston ?" "In her own house, my lord," Ormiston replied, smiling quietly to himself.
"Where is that ?" "About a dozen yards from where I stood when you called me." "Who are her family ?" continued the earl, who seemed possessed of a devouring curiosity.
"She has none that I know of.

I imagine Mistress Leoline is an orphan.
I know there was not a living soul but ourselves in the house I brought her to." "And you left her there alone ?" exclaimed the earl, half starting up, as if about to order the boatman to row back to the landing.
Ormiston looked at his excited face with a glance full of quiet malice.
"No, my lord, not quits; Sir Norman Kingsley was with her!" "Oh!" said the earl, smiling back with a look of chagrin.

"Then he will probably find out her name before he comes away.

I wonder you could give her up so easily to him, after all your trouble!" "Smitten, my lord ?" inquired Ormiston, maliciously.
"Hopelessly!" replied the earl, with a deep sigh.

"She was a perfect little beauty; and if I can find her, I warn Sir Norman Kingsley to take care! I have already sent Hubert out in search of her; and, by the way," said the earl, with a sudden increase of animation, "what a wonderful resemblance she bears to Hubert--I could almost swear they were one and the same!" "The likeness is marvelous; but I should hate to take such an oath.