You will not let me know the story of this lady, then, who is as much sister of thine as I am ?" "Why, what good would it do thee, thou silly elf ?" said Wayland.
"Oh, stand ye on these terms ?" said the boy.

"Well, I care not greatly about the matter--only, I never smell out a secret but I try to be either at the right or the wrong end of it, and so good evening to ye." "Nay, but, Dickie," said Wayland, who knew the boy's restless and intriguing disposition too well not to fear his enmity--"stay, my dear Dickie--part not with old friends so shortly! Thou shalt know all I know of the lady one day." "Ay!" said Dickie; "and that day may prove a nigh one.

Fare thee well, Wayland--I will to my large-limbed friend, who, if he have not so sharp a wit as some folk, is at least more grateful for the service which other folk render him.

And so again, good evening to ye." So saying, he cast a somerset through the gateway, and lighting on the bridge, ran with the extraordinary agility which was one of his distinguishing attributes towards the Gallery-tower, and was out of sight in an instant.
"I would to God I were safe out of this Castle again!" prayed Wayland internally; "for now that this mischievous imp has put his finger in the pie, it cannot but prove a mess fit for the devil's eating.

I would to Heaven Master Tressilian would appear!" Tressilian, whom he was thus anxiously expecting in one direction, had returned to Kenilworth by another access.