Now, farewell, for I am about to take a journey." "And you will go out with your hair as I have braided it," said Mrs.Petulengro; "if you do, everybody will be in love with you." "No," said Belle; "hitherto I have allowed you to do what you please, but henceforth I shall have my own way.

Come, come," said she, observing that the gypsy was about to speak, "we have had enough of nonsense; whenever I leave this hollow, it will be wearing my hair in my own fashion." "Come, wife," said Mr.Petulengro; "we will no longer intrude upon the rye and rawnie; there is such a thing as being troublesome." Thereupon Mr.Petulengro and his wife took their leave, with many salutations.

"Then you are going ?" said I, when Belle and I were left alone.

"Yes," said Belle; "I am going on a journey; my affairs compel me." "But you will return again ?" said I.

"Yes," said Belle, "I shall return once more." "Once more," said I; "what do you mean by once more?
The Petulengros will soon be gone, and will you abandon me in this place ?" "You were alone here," said Belle, "before I came, and I suppose, found it agreeable, or you would not have stayed in it." "Yes," said I, "that was before I knew you; but having lived with you here, I should be very loth to live here without you." "Indeed," said Belle; "I did not know that I was of so much consequence to you.