and of Lynwood Keep, and poor old Blanc Etoile, that I promised Ralph
I would bear in mind?"

"Well, Arthur," said Agnes, cheerfully, "it is the pages' duty to wait
on the ladies in hall and bower, and the ladies' office to teach them
all courtly manners, and hear them read and say the Credo and Ave.
You shall be my own especial page and servant. Is it agreed?"

"Oh yes," said the boy. "I wonder if the master of the Damoiseaux
is as strict as that lady said, and I wonder when I shall see Uncle
Eustace again."






CHAPTER XI



If Arthur Lynwood felt desolate when he left his uncle's side, it
was not otherwise with Sir Eustace as he lost sight of the child,
who had so long been his charge, and who repaid his anxiety with
such confiding affection. The coveted fame, favour, and distinction
seemed likewise to have deserted him. The Prince's coldness hung
heavily on him, and as he cast his eyes along the ranks of familiar
faces, not one friendly look cheered him. His greetings were returned
with coldness, and a grave haughty courtesy was the sole welcome.
Chafed and mortified, he made a sign to Gaston, and they were soon