To hear such words from your lips is as though I heard an angel of grace preaching the devil's own creed." She started from him as a young colt who first feels the bit.

"Gramercy for your rede, young sir!" she said, with a little curtsey.

"As I understand your words, you are grieved that you ever met me, and look upon me as a preaching devil.

Why, my father is a bitter man when he is wroth, but hath never called me such a name as that.

It may be his right and duty, but certes it is none of thine.