Confide in me; who knows but I may help you.' 'Scoff as you will,' was his answer.

'It is your privilege.

But in truth, lady, I have little time to waste.' 'And in truth, lord, your courtesy has suffered since you began to peck and pine for this little Hun.' 'Hun ?' 'Oh, I cry pardon! Goth, I should have said.

Indeed, there are degrees of barbarism--but, as you will.

I say again, I care not the clipping of my smallest nail.' She held her hand towards him; very white it was, and soft and shapely, but burdened with too many rings.