honour bestowed upon him by the king, or of some royal recompense for his services.
“What tidings from Don Roderich?” he asks.
“None, my lord,” is the answer. “I rode in haste away, without seeing the king. What I bear is a letter from the Lady Florinda.”
“Florinda—how fares she?”
“Well, my lord,” answers the page, as he takes the silken packet from his bosom.