just passed appeared to have vanished also, so curiously was it
concealed beneath a flying buttress, and among the profuse ornaments
of Gothic architecture.

"Here is a woman let out by this private postern, sure enough,"
was Henry's reflection. "Pray Heaven the good fathers never let
any in! The place seems convenient for such games at bo peep. But,
Benedicite, what is to be done next? I must get rid of this quean
as fast as I can; and I must see her safe. For let her be at heart
what she may, she looks too modest, now she is in decent dress, to
deserve the usage which the wild Scot of Galloway, or the devil's
legion from the Liddel, are like to afford her."

Louise stood as if she waited his pleasure which way to go. Her
little dog, relieved by the exchange of the dark, subterranean
vault for the open air, sprung in wild gambols through the walks,
and jumped upon its mistress, and even, though more timidly, circled
close round the smith's feet, to express its satisfaction to him
also, and conciliate his favour.

"Down, Charlot--down!" said the glee maiden. "You are glad to
get into the blessed sunshine; but where shall we rest at night,
my poor Charlot?"

"And now, mistress," said the smith, not churlishly, for it was
not in his nature, but bluntly, as one who is desirous to finish
a disagreeable employment, "which way lies your road?"

Louise looked on the ground and was silent. On being again urged to
say which way she desired to be conducted, she again looked down,