"Then I may as well stay till he comes."

"As you will. Good Martin, step into the village and tell my father here
is a friend of his."

"And not of yours?"

"My father's friends are mine."

"That is doubtful. It was not like a friend to promise to wait for me,
and then make off the moment my back was turned. Cruel Margaret you
little know how I searched the town for you; how for want of you nothing
was pleasant to me."

"These are idle words; if you had desired my father's company, or mine,
you would have come back. There I had a bed laid for you, sir, at my
cousin's, and he would have made much of you, and, who knows, I might
have made much of you too. I was in the humour that day. You will
not catch me in the same mind again, neither you nor any young man, I
warrant me."

"Margaret, I came back the moment the Countess let me go; but you were
not there."

"Nay, you did not, or you had seen Hans Cloterman at our table; we left
him to bring you on."

"I saw no one there, but only a drunken man, that had just tumbled
down."