Roland Cashel

While, therefore, the party gathered around Cashel, with eager assurance of Miss Meek's precedence, Lady Kilgoff, rising, crossed the room to where that young lady was standing, and gracefully arranging her loose-flowing ringlets into a knot at the back of the head, fastened them by a splendid comb which she took from her own, and whose top was fashioned into a handsome coronet of gold, saying, "The question of legitimacy is solved forever: the Pretender yields her crown to the true Sovereign."

The gracefulness and tact of this sudden movement called forth the warmest acknowledgments of all save Lady Janet, who whispered to Miss Kenny feck, "It is pretty clear, I fancy, who is to pay for the crown jewels!"

"Am I really the Queen?" cried the young girl, half wild with delight.

"Most assuredly, madam," said Linton, kissing her hand in deep reverence. "I beg to be first to tender my homage."

"That 's so like him!" cried she, laughing; "but