but not I.' He was an idealist and visionary, with the power of
putting his thoughts into words--his love poems are the most
beautiful I have ever read, but they are quite impersonal. There
is no evidence that his love was ever given to any 'faire ladye.'
No woman's name was ever connected with his, and from his
detached attitude towards the tender passion he earned, in a
fantastical court, the euphuistic appellation of _L'amant d' Amour._
Quite suddenly, after ten years in the queen's household, he
fitted out an expedition to America. He gave no reason. Distaste
for the artificial existence prevailing at Court, sorrow at the
death of his friend Sidney, or a wander-hunger fed on the tales
brought home by the numerous merchant adventurers may have been
the cause of this surprising step. His decision provoked dismay
among his friends and brought a furious tirade from Elizabeth who
commanded him to remain near her. But in spite of royal oaths and
entreaties--more of the former than the latter--he sailed to
Virginia on a land expedition. Two letters came from him during
the next few years, but after that--silence. His fate is not
known. He was the first of many Cravens to vanish into oblivion
searching for new lands." The pleasant voice hesitated and dropped
to a lower, more serious note. And Gillian was puzzled at the
sudden anxiety that clouded the agent's smiling blue eyes. She had
listened with eager interest. It was history brought close and
made alive in its intimate connection with the house. The dream
castle was more wonderful even than she had thought. She smiled
her thanks at Peters, and drew a long breath.

"I like that," and looking at the picture again, "the Lover of
Love!" she repeated softly; "it's a very beautiful idea."