And, intolerable thought! the blood of this man had been allied with the humble stream flowing in her veins, and he was calling her cousin, and kissing her hand, he standing while she sat! instead of her kneeling to kiss his hand and render him homage!
"My lord and my king," she thought. "Yes, my king. After a joy such as this, the rest of life must seem a desert. After this night I shall desire to live no more. I, who thought myself noble because I came of an untitled soldier of the Conqueror's, am claimed as cousin by the son of one who ruled in his country as William himself ruled in England, from the throne!"
"And we shall be good friends," Hanbury said, smiling upon her.
"Yes," she said, having no hope or desire for better acquaintance with the king in her heart, for who could be friends with her king, even though there were remote ties of blood between them?
He caught the tone of doubt in the voice, and misconstrued it. "You will not be so unkind, so unjust, as to visit my intrusion of yesterday upon me?"
"No." How should one speak to a king when one could not use the common titles or forms?
"You must know that the man I came with yesterday told me if I accompanied him he would show me something more wonderful than miracle gold."
"Yes," she said, for he paused, and her answer by some word or note was necessary to show she was hearkening.
"And I came and saw you, Edith, but did not then know you were my cousin, nor did you dream it?"
"No."