Dead?" Miles's voice was subdued, and his lips trembled. "My father

dead!--oh, this is heavy news. Half my new joy is withered now. Prithee

let me see my brother Arthur--he will know me; he will know me and

console me."

He, also, is dead."

God be merciful to me, a stricken man! Gone,--both gone--the worthy

taken and the worthless spared, in me! Ah! I crave your mercy!--do not

say the Lady Edith--"

"Is dead? No, she lives."

"Then, God be praised, my joy is whole again! Speed thee, brother--let

her come to me! An' SHE say I am not myself--but she will not; no, no,

SHE will know me, I were a fool to doubt it. Bring her--bring the old

servants; they, too, will know me."

"All are gone but five--Peter, Halsey, David, Bernard, and Margaret."

So saying, Hugh left the room. Miles stood musing a while, then began to

walk the floor, muttering--

The five arch-villains have survived the two-and-twenty leal and honest

The Prince and The Pauper