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"
Mind
not
thy
mischance
,
good
man
;
there
be
others
in
the
world
whose
identity
is
denied
,
and
whose
claims
are
derided
.
Thou
hast
company
.
"
"
Ah
,
my
King
,
"
cried
Hendon
,
colouring
slightly
,
"
do
not
thou
condemn
me
--
wait
,
and
thou
shalt
see
.
I
am
no
impostor
--
she
will
say
it
;
you
shall
hear
it
from
the
sweetest
lips
in
England
.
I
an
impostor
?
Why
,
I
know
this
old
hall
,
these
pictures
of
my
ancestors
,
and
all
these
things
that
are
about
us
,
as
a
child
knoweth
its
own
nursery
.
Here
was
I
born
and
bred
,
my
lord
;
I
speak
the
truth
;
I
would
not
deceive
thee
;
and
should
none
else
believe
,
I
pray
thee
do
not
thou
doubt
me
--
I
could
not
bear
it
.
"
"
I
do
not
doubt
thee
,
"
said
the
King
,
with
a
childlike
simplicity
and
faith
.
"
"
I
thank
thee
out
of
my
heart
!
"
exclaimed
Hendon
with
a
fervency
which
showed
that
he
was
touched
.
The
King
added
,
with
the
same
gentle
simplicity
--
"
Dost
thou
doubt
me
?
"
A
guilty
confusion
seized
upon
Hendon
,
and
he
was
grateful
that
the
door
opened
to
admit
Hugh
,
at
that
moment
,
and
saved
him
the
necessity
of
replying
.
A
beautiful
lady
,
richly
clothed
,
followed
Hugh
,
and
after
her
came
several
liveried
servants
.
The
lady
walked
slowly
,
with
her
head
bowed
and
her
eyes
fixed
upon
the
floor
.
The
face
was
unspeakably
sad
.
Miles
Hendon
sprang
forward
,
crying
out
--
"
Oh
,
my
Edith
,
my
darling
--
"
But
Hugh
waved
him
back
,
gravely
,
and
said
to
the
lady
--
"
Look
upon
him
.
Do
you
know
him
?
"
