confidence that my lips trembled as I pressed them to her fingers. And now something within her seemed to have been reassured, for her eyes and her lips became faintly humorous.

“And where is this most forlorn and errant damsel, Sir Euan?” she inquired. “For if I doubt her when I see her, no more than I doubt you when I look at you, something should be done in her behalf without delay� . The poor, unhappy child! And what a little fool! The Lord looks after his lambs, surely, surely — drat the little hussy! It mads me to even think of her danger. Did a body ever hear the like of it! A-gypsying all alone — loitering around this army’s camp! Mercy! And what a little minx it is to so conduct — what with our godless, cursing headlong soldiery, and the loud, swaggering forest-runners!