"Mynheer," he said, and laughter which contained a world of happiness as well as of joy danced and sparkled in every line of his face, "just now I refused one half of your fortune! But 'tis your greatest treasure I claim from you now."
"Nay! you rascal," rejoined Beresteyn, as he lifted his daughter's chin gently with one finger and looked into her deep blue eyes which were brimful of happiness, "methinks that that treasure is yours already!"
"Go back, good St. Bavon," cried the Laughing Cavalier in an ecstasy of joy, "your heaven—you rogue—is not more perfect than this."
By BARONESS ORCZY
"Unto Cæsar"
El Dorado
Meadowsweet
The Noble Rogue
The Heart of a Woman