"I am the Douglas.

The Tutor and the Chancellor are but as two straws in my hand, a longer and a shorter.

I fling them from me--thus!" The Lady Sybilla clapped her hands joyously and turned towards the young man.

"Will you indeed go with me ?" she cried.

"Will you truly?
I could kiss your hand, my Lord Douglas, you make me so glad." "Your kiss will keep," said the Earl, with a quiet passion quivering in his voice.
"Nay, I meant it not thus--not as you mean it.