And how is the little champion ?" "Like the lads of Wamfray, aye for ill, and never for good," said my master; but she frowned on him, and said-- "Now you ask, because I forced you on it; but, sir, I take it very ill that you have so short a memory for a friend.

Now, tell me, in all the time since you left us at Chinon, how often have you thought of him ?" "Nigh as often as I thought of you," I answered.

"For when you came into my mind (and that was every minute), as in a picture, thither too came your playfellow, climbing and chattering, and holding out his little bowl for a comfit." "Nay, then you thought of me seldom, or you would have asked how he does." Here she turned her face from me, half in mock anger.

But, just as it is with children, so it was with Elliot, for indeed my dear was ever much of a child, wherefore her memory is now to me so tender.

And as children make pretence to be in this humour or that for sport, and will affect to be frighted till they really fear and weep, so Elliot scarce knew how deep her own humour went, and whether she was acting like a player in a Mystery, or was in good earnest.