“You young jackanapes!” said Sir Norman, half-laughing, half-incensed. “It were a wise deed and a godly one to take you by the hind-leg and nape of the neck, and pitch you over yonder wall; but for your master's sake I will desist.”
“Which of them?” inquired Hubert, with provoking gravity.
“It would be more to the point if you asked me who the others were, I think.”
“So I have, and you merely abused me for it. But I think I know one of them without being told. It is that other fac-simile of Leoline and myself who died in the robber's ruin!”
“Exactly. You and she, and Leoline, were triplets!”
“And who is the other?”
“Her name is La Masque. Have you ever heard it?”
“La Masque! Nonsense!” exclaimed Hubert, with some energy in his voice at last. “You but jest, Sir Norman Kingsley!”
“No such thing! It is a positive fact! She told me the whole story herself!”
“And what is the whole story; and why did she not tell it to me instead of you.”