"Knew what, master, in Heaven's name?"
"Caitiff, you knew there was another one worth all these twice told."
"'Tis false," cried Jorian, made suspicious by the other's suspicion. "'Tis a trick to rob me of my hundred crowns. Oh! I know you, burgomaster." And Jorian was ready to whimper.
A mellow voice fell on them both like oil upon the waves. "No, good man, it is not false, nor yet is it quite true: there was another parchment."
"There, there, there! Where is it?"
"But," continued Margaret calmly, "it was not a town record (so you have gained your hundred crowns, good man): it was but a private deed between the burgomaster here and my grandfather Flor——"
"Hush, hush!"
"—is Brandt."
"Where is it, girl? that is all we want to know."
"Have patience, and I shall tell you." Gerard read the title of it, and he said, "This is as much yours as the burgomaster's," and he put it apart, to read it with me at his leisure."