"No one has done me a like good turn," laughed Charles.
"Here is a braw St. Andrew's cross, if your royal highness will deign to wear it," cried Helen, offering him one.
Charles smiled his thanks, and fastened the cross to his jacket.
"Are you staying with Miss Byrom, Helen?" he inquired.
"'Deed I am, your royal highness," she replied.
"She will have a lodging at my father's house so long as the army remains in the town," added Beppy.
"I am glad to hear it," replied the prince. "I am certain she will be well cared for."
He then bowed graciously to the young lady, and bestowing a parting smile on Helen, rode on.
But he soon came to another halt.
A little further off he discovered Constance Rawcliffe and Monica. They were attended by Father Jerome. Graciously saluting the two damsels, and bowing to the priest, he said to Miss Rawcliffe: