She loved to recall the court-life her childhood had known, though her youth had resigned it with apparent cheerfulness.

Like many who are poor and fallen, Sibyll built herself a sad consolation out of her pride; she never forgot that she was well-born.

But Marmaduke, in what was ambition, saw but interest in himself, and his heart beat more quickly as he bent his eyes upon that downcast, thoughtful, earnest countenance.
After an hour thus passed, Sibyll left the guest, and remounted to her father's chamber.

She found Adam pacing the narrow floor, and muttering to himself.

He turned abruptly as she entered, and said, "Come hither, child; I took four marks from that young man, for I wanted books and instruments, and there are two left; see, take them back to him." "My father, he will not receive them.