"What avails my lying here?" said he gloomily. "Can I find here that which I seek?"
"Saints preserve us! Is he distraught again? What seek ye?"
"Oblivion."
"Oblivion, my little heart? Oh, but y' are young to talk so."
"Young or old, what else have I to live for?"
He put on his best clothes.
The good dame remonstrated. "My pretty Gerard, know that it is Tuesday, not Sunday."
"Oh, Tuesday is it? I thought it had been Saturday."
"Nay, thou has slept long. Thou never wearest thy brave clothes on working days. Consider."
"What I did, when she lived, I did. Now I shall do whatever erst I did not. The past is the past. There lies my hair, and with it my way of life. I have served one Master as well as I could. You see my reward. Now I'll serve another, and give him a fair trial too."