If I could have got in any other way, rest
assured I would not have risked my neck and your peace of mind by
such a suspicious means of ingress as the window; but if you will
take the trouble to notice, the door is thick, and I am composed
of too solid flesh to whisk through the keyhole; so I had to make
my appearance the best way I could."
"Who are you?" faintly asked Leoline.
"Your friend, fair lady, and Sir Norman Kingsley's."
Hubert looked to see Leoline start and blush, and was deeply
gratified to see her do both; and her whole pretty countenance
became alive with new-born hope, as if that name were a magic
talisman of freedom and joy.
"What is your name, and who are you?" she inquired, in a
breathless sort of way, that made Hubert look at her a moment in
calm astonishment.
"I have told you your friend; christened at some remote period,
Hubert. For further particulars, apply to the Earl of Rochester,
whose page I am."
"The Earl of Rochester's page!" she repeated, in the same quick,
excited way, that surprised and rather lowered her in that good
youth's opinion, for giving way to any feelings so plebeian.
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