There I shall keep my half: you will burn yours, once you get home, I doubt.' "You know me not.

I waste nothing.

It is odds but I make a hairpin of it, or something." This answer dashed the novice Gerard, instead of provoking him, to fresh efforts, and he was silent.

And now, the bread and soup being disposed of, the old scholar prepared to continue his journey.

Then came a little difficulty: Gerard the adroit could not tie his ribbon again as Catherine had tied it.