CONTENTS. Book I. The Girl. CHAPTER I. Assertion . 11. . Recognition. 111. Majesty . IV. Proposal . V. Exaction . VI. Ordeal. VII. Appeal. VIII. Execution . PAGE . I L . . . 12 . . . . 21 0 . 35 . 46 . . 60 . 72 85 Book 11. I. Coincidence . 11. Suspicion . 111. Detention . IV. Preparation . V. Examination . VI. Invalidatiorl . VII. Determination . The Man. viii CONTENTS. Book 111. The Journey. CHAPTER I. Disagreement . . . . . 11. Reconciliation . 111. Companionship . . . IV. Friendship . . V. Affection . . VI. Rejection . VII. Checkmated . . . . VIII. Destiny . . . I, 11. 111. IV. v. VI. VII, VIII. IX. Book IV. The Return. PAGE . 185 . 205 . 214 . 224 m 232 . 244 . 262 279 Tension . . . . Acquittance . . . Enlightenment . . O . . Entangled . . . . Sanctuary . . . . . Expedience . . Victory . . Accomplishment . Matrimony , . OVER THE BORDER Book I.-The Girl. CHAPTER I. ASSERTION. THE end of October had been more than usually fine, and now the beginning of November was following the good example set by its predecessor. In the Home Park, the only part of the extensive grounds surrounding Hampton Court Palace that was well wooded, the leaves had not entirely left the branches, and the turf beneath was green and firm, as yet unsodden by autumnal rain. Along one of the forest aisles there walked a distinguished party, proceeding slowly, for the pace was set by a disease-stricken man whose progress was of painful deliberation. He was tall and thin his body was prematurely bent, though accustomed to be straight enough, if one might judge by the masterful brow, now pallid with illness, or by the glance of the piercing eye untamed even by deadly malady. That he was not long for this earth, if Nature had her way, 2 OVER THE BORDER. a scrutinizer of that handsome, powerful face might have guessed yet he was singled out for destruction even before his short allotted time, for at that moment his enemies, hedged in secrecy behind locked doors, were anxiously planning his ruin. They were wise in their privacy, for, had a whisper of their intentions gone abroad, the Earl of Strafford would have struck first and struck hard, as, indeed, he intended to do in any case. Thomas Wentworth, Earl of Strafford, was accompanied by an imposing train. On either side of him, accommodating their slow steps to his, were some of the highest in the land, who waited on his words and accorded him a deference more obsequious than that wit11 which they might have distinguished the King himself for all knew that this shattered frame was more to be dreaded than the most stalwart personage who that day trod English soil. Behind this noble circle followed a numerous band of attendants, alert for beck or call, each having place according to his degree. A huntsman was surrounded by dogs kept in thrall by fear of the whip. Falconers with hooded hawks attested a favorite sport of the Earl, who loved to have the birds near him even though he made no trial of their flight. And here he walked the grounds of the King as if he owned them as though he were permanent master instead of transient guest. Here he rested for the moment, hoping to recover some remnant of health by the placid Thames, after his troublous journey from Ireland, which turbulent country lay numb under his strong hand, soon to be vocal enough when the hounds were ASSERTION. 3 upon him... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.