To these, too, she must introduce her cavalier, who bowed courteously to each in turn.

Then she escaped, but, as she passed him, distinctly, she could swear, did she see his lips shape themselves to the hateful word--"_pays_." When she reached her chamber, so great was Lysbeth's wrath and indignation that almost she choked with it, till again reason came to her aid, and with reason a desire to carry the thing off as well as might be.

So she told her maid Greta to robe her in her best garment, and to hang about her neck the famous collar of pearls which her father had brought from the East, that was the talk and envy of half the women in Leyden.

On her head, too, she placed the cap of lovely lace which had been a wedding gift to her mother by her grandmother, the old dame who wove it.

Then she added such golden ornaments as it was customary for women of her class of wear, and descended to the gathering room.
Meanwhile Montalvo had not been idle.