But till two years are past, I am bound by an oath to my master the printer, and him I must serve.

Then, I am with you." This I thought softened him.
"Well," said he, "who knows where we may be two years hence ?" "God knows, and we are in his hands." "So be it," said Sir Ludar, crossing himself, to my grief.

"Meanwhile, Humphrey, we are friends.

I may claim your heart if not your hand ?" "You may--or," here I blushed, "a share of it." "What mean you by that ?" asked he, sharply.

"What man holds the rest ?" "No man," said I.
He laughed pleasantly at that.
"A woman?
I have heard of that distemper before.