"The Lady Ursula is very beautiful," rejoined the Spaniard. "Possibly--but you surprise me." "Your Grace has never seen her?" "Never, since she was out of her cradle." "I have the advantage of Your Grace, then." "You know her, my lord? . . ." "Intimately!" said Don Miguel, with what seemed an irresistible impulse. Then he checked his enthusiasm with a visible effort, and stammered with a return of his previous nervousness-- "That is . . . I . . ." "Yes?" queried the Duke. "That is the purport of my importunity, my lord," said the young man, springing to his feet and speaking once more in tones of noble candour. "I would have asked Your Grace that, since you do not know the Lady Ursula, since you have no wish to claim her hand, if some one else . . ." "If the Lady Ursula honoured some one else than my unworthy self. . . . Is that your meaning, my lord?" queried Wessex, as Don Miguel had made a slight pause in his impetuous speech. "If I . . ." "You, my lord?" "I would wish to know if I should be offending Your Grace?" "Offending me?" cried Wessex joyfully. "Nay, my lord, why were you so long in telling me this gladsome news? . . . Offending me? . . . you have succeeded in taking a load from my conscience, my dear Marquis. So you love the Lady Ursula Glynde? . . . Ye heavens! what a number of circumlocutions to arrive at this simple little fact! You love her . . . she is very beautiful . . . and she loves you. Where did you first see her, my lord?" "At East Molesey Fair. . . . Your Grace intervened . . . you must remember!" "Most inopportunely, meseems. I must indeed crave your pardon. And since then?" "The acquaintanceship, perhaps somewhat unpleasantly begun, has ripened into . . . friendship." "And thence into love! Nay, you have my heartiest congratulations, my lord. The Glyndes are famous for their virtue, and since the Lady Ursula is beautiful, why! your Court will indeed be graced by such a pattern of English womanhood." "Oh!" said the Spaniard, with a quick gesture of deprecation. "Nay! you must have no fear, my lord. Since you have honoured me by consulting my feelings in the matter, it shall be my pride and my delight to further your cause, and that of the Lady Ursula . . . if indeed she will deign to express her wishes to me. . . . I hereby give you a gentleman's word of honour that I consider the promise, which she made to her father in her childhood, in no way binding upon her now. . . . As for the future, I swear that I will obtain Her Majesty's consent to your immediate marriage." "Nay! I pray you, not so fast!" laughed Don Miguel lightly. "Neither the Lady Ursula nor I have need of Her Majesty's consent. . . ." "But methought----" "'Twas not I who spoke of marriage, remember!" "Then you have completely bewildered me, my lord," rejoined Wessex with a sudden frown. "I understood----"