"That was quite sufficient. I felt your eyes were upon me. I fancied I had your approval." "I most heartily wished you success," she rejoined, again blushing deeply. "But I think you are excessively rash. Suppose the caissons had been fired, you would have been destroyed by the explosion." "In that case I might have had your sympathy." "Yes, but my sympathy would have been worth very little. It would not have brought you to life." "It would have made death easy." "With such exalted sentiments, 'tis a pity you did not live in the days of chivalry." "If I had I would have maintained the peerless beauty of the dame I worshipped against all comers." "Now you are beginning to talk high-flown nonsense, so I must stop you." But she did not look offended. Presently she added, "Do you desire to win distinction? Do you wish to please me?" "I desire to please you more than any one on earth, Miss Rawcliffe," he rejoined, earnestly. "I will do whatever you ask me." "Then join the prince. But no! I ought not to extort this pledge from you. Reflect! reflect!" "No need of reflection. My decision is made. I will join the Manchester Regiment." "Then I will place the sash on your shoulder, and gird on your sword," she said. A fire seemed kindled in the young man's breast by these words. Casting an impassioned glance at the fair maiden, he prostrated himself at her feet, and taking her hand, which she did not withhold, pressed it to his lips. "I devote myself to you," he said, in a fervent tone. "And to the good cause?" she cried. "To the good cause," he rejoined. "But chiefly to you." Before he could rise from his kneeling posture, Monica and Jemmy Dawson, who had come forth from the house, approached the arbour, but seeing how matters stood, they would have retired; but Constance, who did not exhibit the slightest embarrassment, advanced to meet them. [Illustration: CONSTANCE RAWCLIFFE GAINS A RECRUIT Page 78.] "I have gained another recruit for the prince," she said. "So I see," replied Monica. "His royal highness could not have a better officer." "I am sure not," said Jemmy Dawson. And embracing his friend, he cried, "I longed for you as a companion-in-arms, and my desire is gratified. We shall serve together--conquer together--or die together. Whatever it may be, apparently our destiny will be the same." "You are certain of a rich reward," said Atherton. "But I----" "Live in hope," murmured Constance. "Not till I have discovered the secret of my birth will I presume to ask your hand," said the young man. Constance thought of the packet confided to her by her father--of the letter she had read--and felt certain the mystery would be soon unravelled. Just then Monica interposed. "Pray come into the house, Mr. Atherton Legh," she said. "Mamma will be much pleased to see you. We have been extolling you to the skies. She is a great invalid, and rarely leaves her room, but to-day, for a wonder, she is downstairs."