"Ah, Madge," said Sibyll, with a sigh, "it is a sad thing to be poor!" "For such as thou, Mistress Sibyll, it is indeed.

It does not matter for the like of us.

But it goes to my old heart when I see you shut up here, or worse, going out in that old courtpie and wimple,--you, a knight's grandchild; you, who have played round a queen's knees, and who might have been so well-to-do, an' my master had thought a little more of the gear of this world.

But patience is a good palfrey, and will carry us a long day.

And when the master has done what he looks for, why, the king--sith we must so call the new man on the throne--will be sure to reward him; but, sweetheart, tarry not here; it's an ill air for your young lips to drink in.