"
"Did you hear the name of the person she was to have married?"
asked Sir Norman, with kindling eyes.
"I think not; they called him the count, if my memory serves me,
and Prudence intimated that he knew nothing of the melancholy
fate of Mistress Leoline. Moat likely it was the person in the
cloak and slouched hat we caw talking to the watchman."
Sir Norman said nothing, but he thought a good deal, and the
burden of his thoughts was an ardent and heartfelt wish that the
Court L'Estrange was once more under the swords of the three
robbers, and waiting for him to ride to the rescue - that was
all!
"La Masque urged Prudence to go back," continued Ormiston; "but
Prudence respectfully declined, and went her way bemoaning the
fate of her darling. When she was gone, I stepped up to Madame
Masque, and that lady's first words of greeting were an earnest
hope that I had been edified and improved by what I had
overheard."
"She saw you, then?" said Sir Norman.
"See me? I believe you! She has more eyes than ever Argus had,
and each one is as sharp as a cambric needle. Of course I
apologized, and so on, and she forgave me handsomely, and then we
fell to discoursing - need I tell you on what subject?"
"Love, of course," said Sir Norman.
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