That would be a little too much of a good thing! One sister is quite enough for any reasonable mortal." "But there were two more, my good young friend!" "Is it possible ?" said Hubert, in a tone that betrayed not the slightest symptom of emotion.

"Who are they ?" Sir Norman paused one instant, combating a strong temptation to seize the phlegmatic page by the collar, and give him such another shaking as he would not get over for a week to come; but suddenly recollecting he was Leoline's brother, and by the same token a marquis or thereabouts, he merely paused to cast a withering look upon him, and walked on.
"Well," said Hubert, "I am waiting to be told." "You may wait, then!" said Sir Norman, with a smothered growl; "and I give you joy when I tell you.

Such extra communicativeness to one so stolid could do no good!" "But I am not stolid! I am in a perfect agony of anxiety," said Hubert.
"You young jackanapes!" said Sir Norman, half-laughing, half-incensed.
"It were a wise deed and a godly one to take you by the hind-leg and nape of the neck, and pitch you over yonder wall; but for your master's sake I will desist." "Which of them ?" inquired Hubert, with provoking gravity.
"It would be more to the point if you asked me who the others were, I think." "So I have, and you merely abused me for it.

But I think I know one of them without being told.

It is that other fac-simile of Leoline and myself who died in the robber's ruin!" "Exactly.