Her head dropped in womanly confusion, and, hiding her face, she sobbed.
"What must you think?
How dreadful it must look! But, oh, Sir Everard! if you only knew!" "I should like to know, I confess.

Come here in this window recess and tell me, won't you?
Come, look up, and don't cry so.

Tell me who you are." "I am Sybilla Silver, and I have run away from home, and I will die sooner than ever go back!" She looked up with a passionate outbreak, and Sir Everard saw the splendor of a pair of flashing Spanish eyes.
"I shall not send you back, depend upon it.

Why did you run away, Miss Silver ?" "Do you really wish to know ?" she asked.

"Oh, Sir Everard Kingsland, will you indeed be my friend ?" "Your true and faithful friend, my poor girl!" he answered, moved by the piteous appeal.