"And Bevis," added the stranger--"take it, will you not, dear lady, as a good omen that Bevis let me pass almost unchallenged?
But your father," he went on--"is he ill, or away?
or will you lead me to him?
Had I not fallen asleep, I was about to seek his room.

As for entering by the gate, you must know, young mistress, the danger now run by friends of the late King." "Ah, yes," said Barbara, with a sigh.

"My father," she added, "rode this morning to London, where he will be a week yet; but I can tell you where he is lodged.

Will you not follow him ?" "London!" the young man repeated, in disappointed tones; "what does he there?
London is no place for a true man." "He has ridden thither," said Barbara, "on matters touching his property, which the rebels would confiscate." "Rebels!" cried the stranger excitedly.

"Ha! a good word in your mouth, young mistress.