I meant to designate your brother Laurence.

'Tis pity he is to be a clerk.

Though one day doubtless he will make a very proper and consolatory father confessor--" Sholto walked on in silence, his eyes fixed before him, and in such high dudgeon that he pretended to be unconscious of what the girl had been saying.

Then the little Margaret began to prattle in her pretty way, and the youth answered "yes" and "no" sulkily and at random, his thoughts being alternately on the doing of some great deed to make his mistress repent her cruelty, and on a leap into the castle pool, in whose unsunned deeps he might find oblivion from all the flouts of hard-hearted beauty.
Maud kept her eyes upon him, a smile of satisfaction on her lips so long as he was not looking at her.

She liked to play her fish as satisfactorily as she could before grassing it at her feet.
"Besides, it will do him good," she said to herself.