Well! None of his own people ever heard of him again--and in the
family tree he is marked as missing. But Jeffrey stayed at home in
France,--and in due course inherited his father's grim old castle
and lands. He married, and had a large family,--much larger than
the six olive-branches allotted to your friend of Briar Farm,"--
and he smiled. "He, Jeffrey, is my ancestor, and I can trace
myself back to him in direct lineage, so you see I have quite the
right to my curious name!"

She clasped and unclasped her little hands nervously--she was shy
of raising her eyes to his face.

"It is wonderful!" she murmured--"I can hardly believe it possible
that I should meet here in London a real Jocelyn!--one of the
family of the Sieur Amadis!"

"Does it seem strange?" He laughed. "Oh no! Nothing is strange in
this queer little world! But I don't quite know what the exact
connection is between me and your knight--it's too difficult for
me to grasp! I suppose I'm a sort of great-great-great-grand-
nephew! However, nothing can alter the fact that I am also an
Amadis de Jocelyn!"

She glanced up at him quickly.

"You are, indeed!" she said. "It is you who ought to be the master
of Briar Farm!"

"Ought I?" He was amused at her earnestness. "Why?"