This deed makes you Lord of Mounchensey, Lanyere." And he handed it to him.
"And this makes Sir Francis Mitchell ruler of the destiny of Aveline Calveley," rejoined Lanyere, giving a paper to the old usurer.
"This chest and its contents are yours also, Lanyere," pursued Sir Giles, putting in the deeds, and locking it.

"Will it please you to take the key.

From this moment we cease to be master and servant, and become equals and friends!" "Equals, it may be, Sir Giles!" cried Lanyere, drawing himself up to his full height, and speaking with great haughtiness; "but never friends." "Ha! what are we, then ?" demanded the extortioner, fiercely.

"Am I mistaken in you?
Take heed.

You are yet in my power." "Not so, Sir Giles.