The jealous knight scrutinised the successful champion with great attention, and surely thought he had seen that face before.

In the mean time the forester led the lady to the station.

The luckless Sir Ralph drank deep draughts of love from the matchless grace of her attitudes, as, taking the bow in her left hand, and adjusting the arrow with her right, advancing her left foot, and gently curving her beautiful figure with a slight motion of her head that waved her black feathers and her ringleted hair, she drew the arrow to its head, and loosed it from her open fingers.

The arrow struck within the ring of gold, so close to that of the victorious forester that the points were in contact, and the feathers were intermingled.

Great acclamations succeeded, and the forester led Matilda to the dance.