You have the prettiest woodland parlor, child! Tell me, do they treat you well over there ?" with a jerk of his thumb toward the glebe house.

"Madam the shrew and his reverence the bully, are they kind to you?
Though they let you go like a beggar maid,"-- he glanced kindly enough at her bare feet and torn gown,--"yet they starve you not, nor beat you, nor deny you aught in reason ?" Audrey drew herself up.

She had a proper pride, and she chose to forget for this occasion a bruise upon her arm and the thrusting upon her of Hugon's company.

"I do not know who you are, sir, that ask me such questions," she said sedately.

"I have food and shelter and--and--kindness.