Lorimer took a covert glance backward over his shoulder towards the lattice window, and saw that the white figure at the spinning-wheel had disappeared.
"My dear Mr.Gueldmar," he then said with polite fervor, "I assure you I think the Bosekop folk by no means deserve to sharpen your sword on the grindstone, or to enjoy the remains of your dinner! Myself, I despise them! My friend here, Sir Philip Errington, despises them--don't you, Phil ?" Errington nodded demurely.
"What my friend said just now is perfectly true," continued Lorimer.

"We desire the honor of your acquaintance,--it will charm and delight us above all things!" And his face beamed with a candid, winning, boyish smile, which was very captivating in its own way, and which certainly had its effect on the old _bonde_, for his tone softened, though he said gravely-- "My acquaintance, young men, is never sought by any.

Those who are wise, keep away from me.

I love not strangers, it is best you should know it.
I freely pardon your trespass; take your leave, and go in peace." The two friends exchanged disconsolate looks.

There really seemed nothing for it, but to obey this unpleasing command.