that Billy misses. What in the world do you
suppose his profession is anyway? Since we first noticed him he has been
a hosiery clerk, a waiter, and a prize-fighter."
"I don't know, I am sure," said Elizabeth, yawning. "You seem to be
terribly interested in him."
"I am," admitted Harriet frankly. "He's a regular adventure all in
himself--a whole series of adventures."
"I've never been partial to serials," said Elizabeth.
"Well, I should think one would be a relief after a whole winter of
heavy tragedy," retorted Harriet.
"What do you mean?" asked Elizabeth.
"Oh, I mean Harold, of course," said Harriet. "He's gone around all
winter with a grouch and a face a mile long. What's the matter with him
"I don't know," sighed Elizabeth. "I'm afraid he's working too hard."
"Oh, fiddlesticks!" she exclaimed. "You know perfectly well that
Harold Bince will never work himself to death."
"Well, he is working hard, Harriet. Father says so. And he's worrying
about the business, too. He's trying so hard to make good."
"I will admit that he has stuck to his job more faithfully than anybody
expected him to."
Elizabeth turned slowly upon her friend, "You don't like Harold," she
said; "why is it?"
Harriet shook her head.
"I do like him, Elizabeth, for your sake. I suppose the trouble is that
I realize that he is not good enough for you. I have known him all my
life, and even as a little child he was never sincere. Possibly he has
changed now. I hope so. And then again I know as well as you do that you
are not in love with him."
"How perfectly ridiculous!" cried Elizabeth. "Do you suppose that I
would marry a man whom I didn't love?"
"You haven't the remotest idea what love is. You've never been in
"Have you?" asked Elizabeth.
"No," replied Harriet, "I haven't, but I know the symptoms and you
certainly haven't got one of them. Whenever Harold isn't going to be up
for dinner or for the evening you're always relieved. Possibly you don't
realize it yourself, but you show it to any one who knows you."
"Well, I do love him," insisted Elizabeth, "and I intend to marry him.
I never had any patience with this silly, love-sick business that
requires people to pine away when they are not together and bore
everybody else to death when they were."
"All of which proves," said Harriet, "that you haven't been stung yet,
and I sincerely hope that you may never be unless it happens before you
BRAY CHAPTER I Here is a story that has lain dormant for seven hundred years.Page 4
For years an inmate of the palace, and often a listener in the armory when the King played at sword with his friends and favorites, De Vac had heard much which passed between Henry III and his intimates that could well be turned to the King's harm by a shrewd and resourceful enemy.Page 8
Beneath the planks he found a skiff which he had moored there earlier in the evening, and underneath one of the thwarts he hid the bundle.Page 9
Toward this enchanting spot slowly were walking the Lady Maud and her little charge, Prince Richard; all ignorant of the malicious watcher in the window behind them.Page 17
The old woman had had made a tiny foil and had commenced teaching the little boy the art of fence when he was but three years old.Page 33
So it was, now, that instead of being satisfied with his victory,.Page 51
He had an adventure with several knights from the castle of Peter of Colfax, from whom he rescued a damsel whom I suspect from the trappings of her palfrey to be of the house of Montfort.Page 56
" Bertrade flushed, and then bit her lip as she felt the warm blood mount to her cheek.Page 57
At the first sign of treachery, fall upon him with all thy men and slay him.Page 71
Soon he had found another lamp and made a light.Page 73
Bertrade de Montfort was but filled with wonder that she should owe her life and honor to this fierce, wild cut-throat who had sworn especial hatred against her family, because of its relationship to the house of Plantagenet.Page 89
"I asked not your mission," cried the fellow.Page 93
He carried the little thing to the window, and in the waning light made it out to be a golden hair ornament set with precious stones, but he could not tell if the little strand of silken hair were black or brown.Page 95
There were no words, for there was no need of words here.Page 104
"You, Shandy, place your men where they can prevent my being interrupted.Page 113
"No, Father, I may not go yet, for the England I have been taught to hate, I have learned to love, and I have it not in my heart to.Page 138
In those few brief moments of bewilderment and indecision, it seemed to Bertrade de Montfort that ten years passed above her head, and when she reached her final resolution she was no longer a young girl but a grown woman who, with the weight of a mature deliberation, had chosen the path which she would travel to the end--to the final goal, however sweet or however bitter.Page 145
And as she spoke the words, Bertrade de Montfort looked straight into the eyes of her father.Page 146
The King's chirurgeon was there also, while the King and De Montfort paced the corridor without.Page 147
"Any but a fool might have known that it was no base-born knave who sent the King's army back, naked, to the King, and rammed the King's message down his messenger's throat.