And now I'm off, and by all that's great and glorious, there'll be howling and gnashing of teeth in this here old shop before I return." "You go without seeing my lady, then ?" said Sybilla.
"My lady's got to come to me!" retorted the artist, sullenly.

"It's her turn to eat humble pie now, and she'll finish the dish, by George, before I've done with her! I'm going back to the tavern, down the village, and so you can tell her; and if she wants me, she can put her pride in her pocket and come there and find me." "And I, too ?" said Sybilla, anxiously.

"Remember your promise to reveal all to me, George.

Am I to seek you out at the inn, too, and await your sovereign pleasure ?" She laid her hands on his shoulders and looked up in his face with eyes few men could resist.

They were quite alone in the vast hall--no prying eyes to see that tender caress.