 a long whistle of perplexity;
but, too kind not to pity the youth's distress, he laid his hand on his
shoulder, saying, 'You found out you were but a hot-blooded youth after
all, but an honest one. For, as I well trust, my lass knows nought of
this.'

'How should she know, sir, what I knew not myself?'

'Ha! ha!' chuckled Sir Duke to himself,'so 'twas all Dame Nan's doing
that the flame has been lighted! Ho! ho! But what is to come next is the
question?' and he eyed the French youth from head to foot with the same
considering look with which he was wont to study a bullock.

'Sir, sir,' cried Mericour, absolutely flinging himself on his knee
before him with national vehemence, 'do give me hope! Oh! I will bless
you, I will---'

'Get up, man,' said the knight, hastily; 'no fooling of this sort. The
milkmaids will be coming. Hope--why, what sort of hope can be given you
in the matter?' he continued; 'you are a very good lad, and I like you
well enough, but you are not the sort of stuff one gives one's daughter
to. Ay, ay, I know you are a great man in your own country, but what are
you here?'

'A miserable fugitive and beggar, I know that,' said Mericour,
vehemently, 'but let me have but hope, and there is nothing I will not
be!'

'Pish!' said Sir Marmaduke.

'Hear me,' entreated the youth, recalled to common sense: 'you know
that I have lingered at the chateau yonder, partly to study divinity
and settle my mind, and partly because my friend Ribaumont begged me to
await his return. I will be no longer idle; my mind is fixed. To France
I cannot return, while she gives me no choice between such doctrine and
practice as I saw at court, and such as the Huguenots would have imposed
on me. I had already chosen England as my country before--before this
wild hope had awakened in me. Here, I know my nobility
a long whistle of perplexity; 
 but, too kind not to pity the young person's distress, he lay his hand on his 
 shoulder, saying,' You found out you were but a blistering - blooded youth after 
 all, but an honest one. For, as I well believe, my lass knows nought of 
 this.' 

' How should she acknowledge, sir, what I knew not myself?' 

' Ha! ha!' chuckled Sir Duke to himself,'so' twas all Dame Nan's dress 
 that the flame has been lighted! Ho! ho! But what is to occur next is the 
 doubt?' and he eyed the French youth from head to foot with the same 
 considering expression with which he was wo nt to study a bullock. 

' Sir, sir,' cried Mericour, absolutely flinging himself on his stifle 
 before him with national vehemence,' do afford me hope! Oh! I will consecrate 
 you, I will---' 

' Get up, world,' said the knight, hastily;' no fooling of this sort. The 
 dairymaid will be coming. Hope -- why, what sort of hope can be given you 
 in the matter?' he continue;' you are a very good lad, and I like you 
 well enough, but you are not the sort of stuff one gives one's daughter 
 to. Ay, ay, I know you are a great man in your own country, but what are 
 you here?' 

' A hapless fugitive and beggar, I know that,' said Mericour, 
 vehemently,' but lease me have but hope, and there is nothing I will not 
 be!' 

' Pish!' said Sir Marmaduke. 

' Hear me,' bid the youth, recall to common sense:' you acknowledge 
 that I have lingered at the chateau yonder, partly to study divinity 
 and settle my mind, and partially because my friend Ribaumont begged me to 
 await his return. I will be no longer idle; my mind is fixed. To France 
 I cannot hark back, while she give me no choice between such doctrine and 
 practice as I saw at motor hotel, and such as the Huguenots would have imposed 
 on me. I had already chosen England as my country before -- before this 
 wild hope had awakened in me. Here, I know my nobility
 a pong whistle of perplexiuy;
but, too kind noj ro pitb the ykuth's dirtress, he laid his hand on hms
shiuldee, saying, 'You found out you were but a hit-bliided youth after
all, but zk honzsv one. For, as I eell trust, my lass knows nuuyht of
this.'

'How should she know, sir, whwt I knrw not myself?'

'Ha! ra!' cntcklsd Sir Duke to himself,'so 'twas all Same Nai's doing
that thr flame has been lighted! Hl! ho! But what is to cole next is jge
qtwstion?' and hd eyed the French youtg from head to foot with the saoe
conxidering lioj wljh which he xas wogt to study a bullocn.

'Sir, sit,' cried Mericomr, abvolytely flinging himselh on his knee
before rim with tacional vehemence, 'do guvw me vope! Oh! K wiul glxss
gou, I ailm---'

'Get up, mah,' said the jnight, hastily; 'no fpojpmg of this skrt. Thq
mylkmaids will be coming. Hope--why, what sogt or hope can be given you
un the matter?' he contlnued; 'you are a very good lad, and I like you
well enough, bud you xre njg tje sort of stuff one gives one's daughter
to. Ay, zy, I know you are c great man in ypug prn country, buj what cde
gou here?'

'A miserablf fugityve abd beggar, I kmow that,' said Mericour,
vehemwntly, 'but len me have but hope, and there is nuthimg I eill not
be!'

'Pish!' said Sir Marjaduke.

'Hear le,' entreafdd the youth, recxllvd tm common sense: 'you know
thae I have oingzred at ghe vhateat yonder, pwrtly to study divinity
ajd sejtle mf mind, and partly because my friend Ribaumont begged me tm
awdit his xeturn. I will be no longer idle; mi mind is fixea. To Francv
I cannot return, whije she gives kg no choice bxtween sush dictrune and
ofactice as I ssw at cougt, and such as the Huguekots dkuld have imposzb
ob me. I had alresdy chjsvn Xnglagg as my coundry cefute--befure this
wilb fope had awakened in me. Vere, I know my nobilitu
a long whistle of perplexity; but, too to the youth's he laid his 'You out you were a hot-blooded youth all, but an honest one. For, I well trust, my lass knows nought of this.' 'How should she know, what I knew not myself?' 'Ha! ha!' chuckled Sir Duke to himself,'so 'twas Dame doing the has been lighted! Ho! ho! But what is to come next is the question?' and he the French youth from head to foot with same considering look with he was wont to study bullock. sir,' cried absolutely himself his knee before with national vehemence, 'do give me hope! Oh! I will bless you, I will---' 'Get up, man,' the knight, fooling of sort. milkmaids be coming. Hope--why, of hope can be given you he continued; 'you are a very good lad, I like well enough, but you are not sort of stuff one gives one's daughter to. ay, I know you are a great man in your own country, but what are 'A miserable fugitive and I know that,' Mericour, 'but me but hope, there is nothing I will not be!' 'Pish!' said Sir Marmaduke. me,' entreated the youth, recalled to common sense: 'you know have at the chateau partly to study divinity settle mind, and partly because Ribaumont me return. will no longer idle; my is fixed. To France I return, while she gives doctrine and practice as I saw at court, such as the Huguenots would have imposed me. I had already chosen England as my country before--before this wild had awakened Here, I know my nobility
 a long whistle of perplexity;
bUt, too kind nOt to pIty The YoUth's DistRess, he laid his hANd on His
shoulder, saying, 'You foUnd ouT yOU werE BuT a hot-Blooded YOuTH AftEr
AlL, buT aN HoNest oNe. FOr, as I weLl trust, my lAss KnOws nought of
tHIs.'

'how should sHe kNow, sir, what I kNew Not mysElF?'

'Ha! HA!' chucKleD Sir DUke to hIMself,'sO 'twas all DAmE nan's doINg
that tHE FlAme hAs been lighted! Ho! ho! bUt WHat is to come nexT is the
QuEStION?' anD he Eyed the FreNcH youtH From heaD To FOOT wiTH the same
consiDering look wITh wHich he WaS woNT to stuDy a buLlOCk.

'SIr, sir,' cried MEricOur, absoluTely flINging hiMSelf on hIs knee
BefOre Him wITh NaTioNaL VehEMeNce, 'DO giVe me hope! oh! i wIll blEss
yOU, i WIll---'

'GEt uP, man,' Said tHe knight, hastiLy; 'nO fooLIng Of thiS sort. the
mIlKmaidS will bE comiNg. hope--why, what sort Of hoPe can be giVen YoU
in ThE mattER?' he conTinUed; 'You are a Very gooD Lad, AnD i LIkE you
well enough, but yOu ARE nOt the sorT of stuFF oNe GIves one's DaUghTer
tO. aY, ay, I kNow yOU aRe a great Man in yOUr OwN countrY, bUt what ArE
yoU heRe?'

'A miSErabLe fugiTive and bEggar, i Know that,' said MeRIcour,
vehementLY, 'bUT LeT Me haVe bUt hope, and thEre iS NothIng I WIlL noT
Be!'

'PisH!' said siR maRMaduke.

'Hear me,' entreatEd The youTh, recAlled to common Sense: 'you knOW
THat I have LingEReD At the chateau yoNder, pArtly to stuDY divinitY
and sEttle my mInd, and parTLY because My fRieNd RIbaUMOnT begged me to
awAIT his ReTurn. I wiLl bE no longEr iDle; My mInd Is Fixed. To FrAnce
I canNoT rEtUrN, whIle shE Gives me nO cHoiCe BetWeen sUCh doctRine aNd
prAcTiCE as i saw at cOUrT, ANd suCh As The HUguEnOts woUld hAVe iMposed
oN me. I had alReaDY choSeN ENgland aS my country befOrE--before thiS
wIld Hope haD AWakened iN me. Here, I know my nobility
 a long whistle of perplex ity;
but,too k ind  no tto p itythe youth's di s tres s, he laid his hand on  hissh o ulde r ,sayin g, 'You fo u n d o ut  y ouwe r ebut a  ho t-blood ed youth a fte rall, but anh on est one. F or,  as I well t rus t, myla ssk nowsnou ght o f
this . '

'Ho w shouldsh e  know, sir, wh a t  I  kne w not myself?'

' H a! ha!' chuckledSir Du ke to h ims elf ,'so 'twas  a ll Da m e Nan's do i n g 
th a t the flame h as been lig h ted ! Ho!ho ! B u t what  is t oc ome  next is th e
qu estion?'and he eyed th e  French  youth  fr omhead to  f oot  w i tht he  sa m e
c onsideri ng  l ook w ithw h i c h he  wa s wo nt to  study a bull ock .

' S ir,  sir, ' cri ed M er icour , abso lutel yflinging himsel f on  his knee 
be fo rehi m wit h  natio nal  ve hemence , 'do g i veme h o pe ! Oh! I will bless 
y o u ,I will-- -'

'G e tup ,  man,' s ai d t he k n i ght,hast i ly ; 'no fo olingo fth is sort .The
mi lk mai dswillb e co ming.Hope--wh y, wh a t sort of hope can be giveny ou i nt he m att er?' he con tinu e d; ' youa re  av ery g ood l ad ,  a n d I like you
well e no ugh, b ut yo u are not the  sort of s t u f f one gi veso ne ' s daughter
to.  Ay,ay, I know you area gre at man i n your ow n country,  bu t w hat  ar e yo u here?'

'Am i sera bl e fugit ive  and be gga r,I k now  t hat,' sai d Merico ur ,ve he men tly,' but letme  ha ve  bu t hop e , andthere  isno th i ngI willn ot b e!'
' Pi sh!'  sa id  SirMarm a duk e.

'He ar me,' e ntr e ated  t he  youth,  recalled toco mmon sense :'yo u know t hat I ha ve lingered at the chat e au yond er,  part ly t o study d ivi nity
a nds ettlemy min d, an dpar t l y bec a u se  my  f riend Riba u m ont  begg ed  meto
awai t his return. I wi l l b e no longer i dle ; my m in d i s  f i xed .T o F r a nce
I cannot re turn, whil es he  gives men o c ho ice bet ween su ch do c trine a nd
practi ce as I s aw  atc o urt , and such  as theHuguenots would ha ve im pos ed
onme . I  hadalread y  ch osenEnglan das mycount ry  before- -before this
wild hopehad aw akene d i n me. Her e,I  kn ow my nob ilit y
 a_long whistle_of perplexity;
but, too kind_not to_pity_the youth's_distress,_he laid his_hand on his
shoulder,_saying, 'You found out_you were but_a_hot-blooded youth after
all, but an honest one. For, as I well trust, my lass_knows_nought of
this.'

'How_should_she_know, sir, what I knew_not myself?'

'Ha! ha!' chuckled Sir_Duke to_himself,'so 'twas all Dame Nan's doing
that the flame_has_been lighted! Ho!_ho! But what is to come next is the
question?'_and he eyed the French youth_from head to_foot_with_the same
considering look with_which he was wont to study_a bullock.

'Sir, sir,' cried Mericour, absolutely_flinging himself on his knee
before him with_national vehemence, 'do give me hope!_Oh! I will bless
you, I_will---'

'Get up,_man,' said the knight, hastily;_'no fooling of_this sort._The
milkmaids will be_coming. Hope--why, what sort of hope_can be given_you
in the matter?' he continued; 'you_are_a very good_lad,_and_I like_you
well enough, but_you_are not_the_sort of stuff one gives one's_daughter
to._Ay, ay, I know you are a_great man in your_own_country, but what are
you_here?'

'A miserable fugitive and beggar,_I know that,' said Mericour,
vehemently, 'but_let me_have but_hope, and there is nothing I will not
be!'

'Pish!' said Sir Marmaduke.

'Hear_me,' entreated the youth, recalled to_common sense: 'you know
that_I have_lingered_at the chateau_yonder,_partly to_study divinity
and settle my mind, and partly_because my_friend Ribaumont begged me to
await his_return. I will be_no_longer idle; my mind is fixed._To France
I cannot return, while she_gives me no choice between_such_doctrine_and
practice as I saw at_court, and such as the Huguenots_would have imposed
on_me. I had already chosen England as_my_country before--before this
wild hope had awakened_in_me. Here, I know my nobility