"I have good dogs, but none to sell," replied the farmer. "I want a dog, and I would give a good price for a good one," he said. "Will you let me see yours?" "Yes, you can see them, but you cannot buy them," said Robert Noel; and the next scene was the handsome young lordling going round the farm, with the stalwart, stolid farmer. He won the farmer's heart by his warm praises of the farm, the cattle, the dogs, and everything else he saw; still there was no Leone. "I am very thirsty; should you think me very impertinent if I asked you for a glass of cider?" he said; and the farmer, flattered by the request, took him into the little parlor. He looked at his visitor in simple wonder. "They say you are a great lord's son," he said; "but if you are, you have no pride about you." Lord Chandos laughed; and the farmer called Leone. There was a pause, during which the young lord's heart beat and his face flushed. "Leone," cried the farmer again. He turned to his visitor. "You will wonder what 'Leone' means, it is such a strange name; it is my niece. Here she comes." The loveliest picture in all the world, trying hard to preserve her usual stately grace, yet with a blushing, dimpling smile that made her lovely beyond words. "Leone," said the farmer, "will you bring a jug of cider?" "Pray," cried the lord, "do not trouble yourself, Miss Noel. I cannot think----" She interrupted him by a gesture of her white hand. "I will send it, uncle," she said, and disappeared. The farmer turned with a smile to the young lord. "She is very proud," he said; "but she is a fine girl." The cider came; the visitor duly drank his glass and went; his only reward for all that trouble was the one glance at her face. That same evening a little note was given to her, in which he begged her so humbly to forgive him, and to meet him again, that she relented. He had learned his lesson; he wooed her with the deference due to a young princess; no word or action of his displeased her after that, while he loved her with a love that was akin to madness. So through the long, bright, beautiful summer days, in the early morning, while the sweet, fragrant air seemed to sweep the earth, and in the evening when the dew lay upon flower and tree, they met and learned to love each other. One evening, as they sat by their favorite spot--the mill-stream--Lord Chandos told her how he had learned to love her, how he had ceased to think of anything in the world but herself. "I knew you were my fate, Leone," he said, "when I saw you sitting here by the mill-stream. I am quite sure that I have loved you ever since. I do not remember that there has been one moment in which I have not thought of you. I shall always thank Heaven that I came to Rashleigh--I found my darling here." For once all the pride had died from her face; all the hauteur was gone from her eyes; a lovely gleam of tenderness took its place; a love-light in the shy, sweet eyes that dropped from his.