'Ay, the Earl of Cambridge, for a foul plot. I have heard my
Lord of Salisbury speak of it; but this young man was of tender
years, and King Harry of Monmouth did not bear malice, but let
him succeed to the dukedom when his uncle was killed in the
Battle of Agincourt.'

'They have not spirit here to keep up a feud,' said Jean.

'My good brother--ay, and your father, Jeanie--were wont to say
they were too Christian to hand on a feud,' observed Dame
Lilias, at which Jean tossed her head, and said--

'That may suit such a carpet-knight as yonder Duke. He is not
so tall as Elleen there, nor as his own Duchess.'

'I do not like the Duchess,' said Annis; 'she looks as if she
scorned the very ground she walks on.'

'She is wondrous bonnie, though,' said Eleanor; 'and so was the
bairnie by her side.'

In some degree Jean changed her opinion of the Duke, in
consequence, perhaps, of the very marked attention that he
showed her when the supper was spread. She had never been so
made to feel what it was to be at once a king's daughter and a
beauty; and at the most magnificent banquet she had ever known.

Durham had afforded a great advance on Scottish festivities; but
in the absence of its Prince Bishop, another Nevil, it had
lacked much of what was to be found at Fotheringay in the full blossoming of the splendours of the princely nobility of