I like to hear you say that thus roundly.

Zounds!" he added; "it is ill news that your father is away, for I have but a few hours in this country, and I must even return without accomplishing my mission.

To London I dare not adventure.

But, mistress, will you not bring a light, that we may see if we still doubt each other; and then we must talk of a plan of safety." "Stay where you are," said Barbara, "and I will fetch a candle." During her absence the stranger had not moved.

As she entered he stepped forward and took the light from her, holding it high and scrutinizing her face narrowly.
"Ah!" he exclaimed at last, with a sigh; "good as gold! Would that other lands could breed such grace! It is ill to be banished from one's own countrywomen." Barbara blushed and turned away.
The young man, who was soberly clad, had dark, almost black hair, and dark eyes.