"It was never anything else," he answered.
"Homage is rendered in payment—that's why one says 'Whereas.'" His keen eager eyes of hazel raised once more the flood of subdued crimson in her face. "For every recognition of a right of mine, I will pay you homage according to the form prescribed for St. John Baptist's Feast."
"Of what other rights do you ask recognition?"
"There might be the right of welcoming you at Scarsmoor to-morrow?"
She made him a little curtsy. "It is accorded—on the prescribed terms, my lord."
"That will do for the twenty-fifth. There might be the right of escorting you home from Scarsmoor by the path called—Helena's?"
"On the prescribed terms it is your lordship's."
"What then of the right to see you daily, and day by day?"
"If your leisure serves, my lord, I will endeavor to adjust mine—so long as we both remain at Fillby. But so that the homage is paid!"
"But if you go away?"