"There speaketh your good Fairy," he said; "enough has been proved. You are of noble blood on your father's side, and the Earlscourts hold themselves to be of the best, as no doubt they are. What better could'st thou wish?"
Sally was speechless.
She had not taken in the whole truth of the last fact until it was thus plainly set before her.
Of kin to her Fairy Prince!
Could it be true? Yet here sat Parson Kendall, who had heard the story from her father's own cousin, a man who knew root and branch all the truth as to her kindred and relations.
"I think I had better go away and be alone by myself," said Sally, her face crimson, a feverish light in her eyes.
"We will say nothing of this outside the house for the present," advised the parson. "Officer Duquesne is one of the king's men,—and by the way, we had but until lately a fort of that name,—and he quite likely will acquaint Lady Grandison with the fact that she hath a young kinswoman in the town. But, my dear damsel, she would, I fear, look but coldly just now on one whom she would regard as a little rebel."
"Then her son is a rebel, too," said Sally, with dimples plumping in.
"Yes, and hath been aided in helping the rebel army, by his young kinswoman, Sara Duquesne," laughed Parson Kendall with quiet glee.
"I must go away by myself awhile," again said Maid Sally.