A grave white-haired seneschal came to their table, and inquired courteously whether Gerard Eliassoen was of their company.

Upon Gerard's answer, he said: "The Princess Marie would confer with you, young sir; I am to conduct you to her presence." Instantly all faces within hearing turned sharp round, and were bent with curiosity and envy on the man that was to go to a princess.
Gerard rose to obey.
"I wager we shall not see you again," said Margaret calmly, but colouring a little.
"That you will," was the reply: then he whispered in her ear: "This is my good princess; but you are my queen." He added aloud: "Wait for me, I pray you, I will presently return." "Ay, ay!" said Peter, awaking and speaking at one and the same moment.
Gerard gone, the pair whose dress was so homely, yet they were with the man whom the Princess sent for, became "the cynosure of neighbouring eyes;" observing which, William Johnson came forward, acted surprise, and claimed his relations.
"And to think that there was I at your backs, and you saw me not" "Nay, cousin Johnson, I saw you long syne," said Margaret coldly.
"You saw me, and spoke not to me ?" "Cousin, it was for you to welcome us to Rotterdam, as it is for us to welcome you at Sevenbergen.

Your servant denied us a seat in your house." "The idiot!" "And I had a mind to see whether it was 'like maid like master:' for there is sooth in bywords." William Johnson blushed purple.

He saw Margaret was keen, and suspected him.

He did the wisest thing under the circumstances, trusted to deeds not words.