Albert was arranging the scarf about my neck, when Sir Robert of Stramen suddenly stood before us.

His face was pale with rage, and his lips were all foaming.

I screamed at his awful appearance.

I knew well that he hated my betrothed, and had threatened his life if he married me.

He snatched the scarf from my neck, and shaking it at me, said: 'I know very well from whom this came!' Then, turning upon Albert, he cried: 'And for you, who pretend to love her, to connive at his guilt! You shall pay for your baseness with your life!' He stopped here, as if rage had choked him, and drew his sword.