Assuredly, sir, you will not now insist upon reading it." "Assuredly I shall." "But, sir--" "Master Stewart, I am resolved, and were you to talk from now till doomsday, you would not turn me from my purpose.

So good night to you." "Sir Crispin," cried the boy, his voice quavering with passion, "while I live you shall not read that letter!" "Hoity-toity, sir! What words! What heroics! And yet you would have me believe this paper innocent ?" "As innocent as the hand that penned it, and if I so oppose your reading it, it is because thus much I owe her.

Believe me, sir," he added, his accents returning to a beseeching key, "when again I swear that it is no more than such a letter any maid may write her lover.

I thought that you had understood all this when you rescued me from those bullies at The Mitre.

I thought that what you did was a noble and generous deed.
Instead--" The lad paused.
"Continue, sir," Galliard requested coldly.