From this speculation, the sweet voice aroused him.
"You have told me who you are. Now, do you know who I am?"
"I hope so, fairest Leoline. I know you are the most beautiful
lady in England, and to-morrow will be called Lady Kingsley!"
"I am something more," said Leoline, holding his hand between
both hers, and bending near him; "I am your sister!"
The Earl of Rochester's page must have had good blood in his
veins; for never was there duke, grandee, or peer of the realm,
more radically and unaffectedly nonchalant than he. To this
unexpected announcement he listened with most dignified and
well-bred composure, and in his secret heart, or rather vanity,
more disappointed than otherwise, to find his first solution of
her tenderness a great mistake. Leoline held his hand tight in
hers, and looked with loving and tearful eyes in his face.
"Dear Hubert, you are my brother - my long-unknown brother, and I
love you with my whole heart!"
"Am I?" said Hubert. "I dare say I am, for they all say we look
as much alike as two peas. I am excessively delighted to hear
it, and to know that you love me. Permit me to embrace my new
relative.
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