Her eyes grew wider.

Her sleepiness vanished.
"Something is wrong with the proud yeoman!" she said.

"He is either mad or in love, probably both! We shall hear more of this morning's ride, Hesper, as I hope to die a maid!--That's a man I should like to know now," she added, carelessly.

"There is some go in him! I have a weakness for the kind of man that _could_ shake the life out of me if I offended him." "Are you so anxious, then, to make a good, submissive wife ?" said Hesper.
"I should take the very first opportunity of offending him--mortally, as they call it.

It would be worth one's while with a man like that." "Why?
How?
For what good ?" "Just to see him look.