Will you be the shaveling to go confess or marry him ?" And she laughed recklessly.

"Will you, M.de Tignonville?
The cowl will mask you as well as another, and pass you through the streets better than a cut sleeve.

He will have both his wishes, lover and clerk in one then.
And it will be pull monk, pull Hannibal with a vengeance." Tignonville gazed at her, and as he gazed courage and hope awoke in his eyes.

What if, after all, he could undo the past?
What if, after all, he could retrace the false step he had taken, and place himself again where he had been--by _her_ side?
"If you meant it!" he exclaimed, his breath coming fast.

"If you only meant what you say, Madame." "If ?" she answered, opening her eyes.