Why do you suppose that among all those that have grown up about me I have chosen you out to love, you and your Eve?
Not because a chance made me your godsire and her my pupil.

I say that from your infancy your faces haunted me.

Ay, and when you had turned childhood's corner and once I met the pair of you walking hand in hand, then of a sudden I knew that it was you two and no others whom that god or devil had showed to me standing by the open grave upon the banks of Blythe.

I knew it of Dick the Archer also, and can I be mistaken of such a man as that who has no fellow in England?
But you think I dreamed it all, and perhaps I should not have spoken, though something made me speak.
Well, in a day to come you may change your mind, since whatever dangers threaten you will not die yet, Hugh.

Tell me now, what is this Frenchman like who would marry Eve?
I have never seen him." Hugh, who was glad to get back to the things of earth, described Acour as best he could.
"Ah!" said Sir Andrew.