whether he was dark or fair. Or make it all up just as good when she
forgets. But, oh, William, if I were a lady I should fall in love with
nobody but you. For you are so handsome--yes, nearly as handsome as I
am myself--(she passed her hands lightly through her curls as she
spoke). And you know I shall marry no one but a Douglas--only you must
not ask me to wed my cousin William of Avondale, for he is so stern
and solemn; besides, he has always a book in his pocket, and wishes me
to learn somewhat out of it as if I were a monk. A Douglas should not
be a monk, he should be a soldier."

So she lay snugly on the bed and prattled on to her brother, who,
buried in his thoughts and occupied with his ring, let the hours slip
on till at the open door of the Earl's chamber there appeared the most
bewitching face in the world, as many in that castle and elsewhere
were ready to prove at the sword's point. The little girl caught sight
of it with a shrill cry of pleasure, instantly checked and hushed,
however, at the thought of her mother.

"O Maudie," she cried, "come hither into William's room. He has such a
beautiful ring that a lady gave him. I am sure a lady gave it him. Was
it you, Maud Lindesay? You are a sly puss not to tell me if it was.
William, it is wicked and provoking of you not to tell me who gave you
that ring. If it had been some one you were not ashamed of, you would
be proud of the gift and confess. Whisper to me who it was. I will not
tell any one, not even Maudie."

Her brother had risen to his feet with a quick movement, girding his
red gown about him as he rose.

"Mistress Maud," he said respectfully, "I fear I have given you