_Tourte._--A delicate sort of tart, baked usually in a shallow tin. It may contain fish, meat, or fruit. _Trousser._--To truss. _Truffer._--To stuff with truffles. This is generally for pheasants, turkeys, or capons. _Turbans._--Ornamental entrées made of game, poultry, or fish, and forcemeats. _Velouté._--The white sauce used as a basis for so many others. It is rich double stock, made with veal, poultry, ham, vegetables, etc., and thickened with flour and butter. It must always be white. _Vol-au-vent._--Puff paste of the lightest kind, filled with a delicate ragoût or fricassée. Fruit may also be enclosed in a vol-au-vent crust. _Vinaigrette._--Oil, vinegar, pepper, and salt together. _Water-souchet._--A simple way of dressing fish by boiling it with parsley roots and leaves, and pepper and salt, and serving it in its own broth, with plates of brown bread-and-butter. _Zeste._--Lemon rind. Sometimes orange and Seville orange rind are called "zeste." _Zita._--Naples macaroni. THE BUILDERS OF THE BRIDGE. BY MRS. G. LINNÆUS BANKS, Authoress of "God's Providence House," "The Manchester Man," "More than Coronets," etc. CHAPTER I. There is no part of inhabited England, rural or urban, to be found precisely in the same condition, or presenting the same aspect, as in the days of King Henry the Third. And if the baronial hall of the Bellamonts is no longer to be found _in situ_ at Swarkstone, on the Derbyshire banks of the Trent, the devastating hands of Time and Warfare must be blamed, not the present chronicler. Besides the Danish Sverk or Swark's _tun_ (or territorial enclosure), Sinfin Moor, Chellaston, and all the lands down to the broad river, had been included in the demesne granted to his Norman follower and his descendants by William the Conqueror, who took and gave the property of the conquered with a like lavish profusion. But the lands have been denuded of wood, partitioned, bought, sold, passed in heirship or exchange for centuries since a Bellamont held sway over all. The very eminence from which their castellated hall looked down upon the distant river has been levelled and ploughed up, as if to score out all record of Bellamont possession. Yet the Bellamonts left a memorial of their occupancy which should have embalmed their name in history, and kept it sweet and fresh in the memories of men, had gratitude been as vital or hereditary as a benefaction. How many travellers from London, or Oxford, or Leicester, or Ashby-de-la-Zouch, to Derby, passing in all those centuries over Swarkstone Bridge, have paused to ask when, or why, or by whom it was there erected for their convenience? Tradition is best preserved when crystallised in a story.