"Oxford! Why I've heard of some one who's there. Do you know Lord Tawborough?"
The Stranger started.
"I do—well; very well. What do you know about him?"
"I know he was there at Oxford, that's all; I heard my Grandmother say so. What's he like?"
"That's rather a hard question, young woman."
"Well, is he like you?"
The Stranger smiled.
"Something like me perhaps; about the same age."
"Does he know about the Armada and all these wonderful things you've told me about?"