"The loveliest, thank Heaven!"
"Why thank you Heaven so fervently?" asked Master Posset with surprise.
"Ask me not!—ask me not!" exclaimed Fawside, in whose heart every glance, every action, and every trivial question or remark of the younger lady had made a deep impression.
"Their rank?"
"I may not, must not tell you," interrupted the physician hastily.
"It is high?"
"Few are nobler in the land."
"Ah! Master Posset, each looks like a queen."
"Perhaps they are so,—queens of Elfen," replied Master Posset, with a smile which his heavy white moustache concealed.
"You are most discreet, Master Apothecary," sighed Florence with impatience.