The O'Neill's daughter will not forget that one Englishman at least never did her harm.

Adieu." And without waiting for more, she rode forward, followed by her attendants.
Then it seemed as if the sun had gone out of heaven.

What was I, a mean London 'prentice, to such as she?
Nay, what right had I to suppose she needed either my warning or my protection?
One thing only comforted me.

Sir Ludar was still at his guardian's house, and with him there, no harm could well befall any distressed maiden.

In my vanity I even wished he could know that in serving her he would be serving me, his friend.