Choose, my fine lover choose between me and your peasant." The young man looked again at the blazing eyes and then without a word turned slowly and left the room.

A moment later the sound of horses told that a company had taken the road.
The girl stood listening till the noise died away.

Then she sank all limp in a chair and began to cry.

There was wrath in her sobs, and bitter self-pity.

She had made a fine tragedy scene, but the glory of it was short.