“That ye may count on,” said Peter cheerfully.
“Oh, well, smile not. For then how can I speak and make you sad?”
“Why, what is the matter?”
“Father, disgrace is coming on this house: it is at the door. And I the culprit. Oh, father, turn your head away. I—I—father, I have let Gerard take away my marriage lines.”
“Is that all? 'Twas an oversight.”
“'Twas the deed of a mad woman. But woe is me! that is not the worst.”
Peter interrupted her. “The youth is honest, and loves you dear. You are young. What is a year or two to you? Gerard will assuredly come back and keep troth.”
“And meantime know you what is coming?”
“Not I, except that I shall be gone first for one.”
“Worse than that. There is worse pain than death. Nay, for pity's sake turn away your head, father.”