Mistress Leoline was to be married, as I told you; but she was to marry to please her friends, and not herself.

She had been in the habit of watching Kingsley go past her window; and the way she blushed, and went through the other little motions, convinces me that his course of true love will ran as smooth as this glassy river runs at present." "Kingsley is a lucky fellow.

Will the discarded suitor have no voice in the matter; or is he such a simpleton as to give her up at a word ?" Ormiston laughed.
"Ah! to be sure; what will the count say?
And, judging from some things I've heard, I should say he is violently in love with her." "Count who ?" asked Rochester.

"Or has he, like his ladylove, no other name ?" "Oh, no! The name of the gentleman who was so nearly blessed for life, and missed it, is Count L'Estrange!" The earl had been lying listlessly back, only half intent upon his answer, as he watched the fire; but now he sprang sharply up, and stared Ormiston full in the face.
"Count what did you say ?" was his eager question, while his eyes, more eager than his voice, strove to read the reply before it was repeated.
"Count L'Estrange.

You know him, my lord ?" said Ormiston, quietly.
"Ah!" said the earl.