“Here,” he said, “is the most foolish one of the lot, for it is from a person who should know better.”
“How do you know whom it is from?” asked Hodge.
“I saw her last night. She was the one who flung the flowers from the box.”
“I noticed her. A stunning woman.”
“Yes, a handsome woman, twenty-five years old, at least. Listen to this:
“‘If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully;
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,