“Nay--I am sorry I spoke of her! There is nothing to tell. I have said she is beautiful--and beauty is always stimulating--even to Kings! But your Majesty will have no chance of seeing her, as she is absent from home to-day.” The King smiled;--had the rumours of his many gallantries reached The Islands then?--and was this ‘life-philosopher’ afraid that ‘Gloria ‘--whoever she was--might succumb to his royal fascinations? The thought was subtly flattering, but he disguised the touch of amusement he felt, and spoke his next words with a kindly and indulgent air. “Then, as I shall not see her, you may surely tell me of her? I am no betrayer of confidence!” A pale red tinged Ronsard’s worn features--anon he said:-- “It is no question of confidence, Sir,--and there is no secret or mystery associated with the matter. Gloria was, like myself, cast up from the sea. I found her half-drowned, a helpless infant tied to a floating spar. It was on the other side of these Islands--among the rocks where there is no landing-place. There is a little church on the heights up there, and every evening the men and boys practise their sacred singing. It was sunset, and I was wandering by myself upon the shore, and in the church above me I heard them chant ‘Gloria! Gloria! Gloria in excelsis Deo!’ And while they were yet practising this line I came upon the child,--lying like a strange lily, in a salt pool,--between two shafts of rock like fangs on either side of her, bound fast with rope to a bit of ship’s timber. I untied her little limbs, and restored her to life; and all the time I was busy bringing her back to breath and motion, the singing in the church above me was ‘Gloria!’ and ever again ‘Gloria!’ So I gave her that name. That was nineteen years ago. She is married now.” “Married!” exclaimed the King, with a curious sense of mingled relief and disappointment. “Then she has left you?” “Oh, no, she has not left me!” replied Ronsard; “She stays with me till her husband is ready to give her a home. He is very poor, and lives in hope of better days. Meanwhile poverty so far smiles upon them that they are happy;--and happiness, youth and beauty rarely go together. For once they have all met in the joyous life of my Gloria!” “I should like to see her!” said the King, musingly; “You have interested me greatly in her history!”