"And where does she live?"
"I know nothing concerning her."
"Come, now; you know nothing, that's impossible!"
"Why so?"
"You escorted her back."
"She escaped from me at the Bridge Marie—"
"Escaped from you!" cried Lorin, with a roar of laughter; "a woman escape from you!
"Say, can the trembling dove elude
The vulture,—tyrant of the air;
The fawn, on whom the tiger rude
Springs from his solitary lair."
"Lorin," said Maurice, "I wish you would accustom yourself to speak like other people. You annoy me horribly with your atrocious poetry."