“As soon as the door closed on Redgill, the bride rose, and pacing the room, said—
“‘Selfish, selfish; how could I ever trust him? Yet I dare not brave Sir Charles alone. Surely it was his step that disturbed us in our yesterday’s interview. Nay, I will fly, I can never want a companion.’
“She clapped her hands.
“A young page appeared.
“She threw herself on her seat and wept bitterly.
“The page approached.
“And love was mingled with his compassion.
“‘Why weepest thou, dearest lady?’ said he; ‘is there aught in which Conrade’s services—services—ah! thou hast read his heart—his devotion may avail?’
“Sir Charles had wandered out the whole day alone.
“His vassals had observed that his brow was more gloomy than was its wont, for he usually concealed whatever might prey within.