"Catch me, Dick--catch me!" "Answer 'yes' or 'no,' or I won't," he rejoined.
"Well, then, 'yes!' if I must say something," she replied.
Poor Dick fell back, as if struck by a shot.
"I don't believe it," cried Sir Thomas.
"Nor I either," said Dick, recovering himself.

"I don't believe she could do such a wicked thing.

Besides, it was the foreign ambassador, there," he added, pointing to De Gondomar, "who seemed most enamoured of her yesterday; and I shouldn't have been so much surprised if she had gone to see him.

Perhaps she did," he continued, addressing the poor damsel, who again hung her head.
"I can take upon me to affirm that such was not the case," observed De Gondomar.
"Have you the lock of hair with you ?" whispered Sir Thomas to his lady.
"I have," she replied, taking a small packet from her bosom.
The movement did not pass unnoticed by Lord Roos and the Spanish Ambassador, between whom an almost imperceptible smile passed.
"If you have put all the interrogations you desire to make to Gillian, Madam," said Lord Roos to his mother-in-law, "perhaps she may be permitted to depart?
The situation cannot be agreeable to her." "A moment more, my lord," cried Lady Lake.

"If I detain her it is to clear her character.