You and she, and Leoline, were triplets!" "And who is the other ?" "Her name is La Masque.

Have you ever heard it ?" "La Masque! Nonsense!" exclaimed Hubert, with some energy in his voice at last.

"You but jest, Sir Norman Kingsley!" "No such thing! It is a positive fact! She told me the whole story herself!" "And what is the whole story; and why did she not tell it to me instead of you." "She told it to Leoline, thinking, probably, she had the most sense; and she told it to me, as Leoline's future husband.

It is somewhat long to relate, but it will help to beguile the time while we are waiting for the royal summons." And hereupon Sir Norman, without farther preface, launched into a rapid resume of La Masque's story, feeling the cold chill with which he had witnessed it creep over him as he narrated her fearful end.
"It struck me," concluded Sir Norman, "that it would be better to procure any papers she might possess at once, lest, by accident, they should fall into other hands; so I rode there directly, and, in spite of the cantankerous old porter, searched diligently, until I found them.
Here they are," said Sir Norman, drawing forth the roll.
"And what do you intend doing with them ?" inquired Hubert, glancing at the papers with an unmoved countenance.
"Show them to the king, and, though his mediation with Louis, obtain for you the restoration of your rights." "And do you think his majesty will give himself so much trouble for the Earl of Rochester's page ?" "I think he will take the trouble to see justice done, or at least he ought to.

If he declines, we will take the matter in our own hands, my Hubert; and you and I will seek Louis ourselves.