“What then?”
“Love.”
“Love? stuff, impossible! She is but a child; she never stirs abroad unguarded. She never hath from a child.”
“All the better; then we shall not have far to look for him.”
“I vow not. I shall but command her to tell me the caitiff's name, that hath by magic arts ensnared her young affections.”
“Oh, how foolish be the wise!” said Margaret; “what, would ye go and put her on her guard? Nay, let us work by art first; and if that fails, then 'twill still be time for violence and folly.”
Margaret then with some difficulty prevailed on the mayor to take advantage of its being Saturday, and pay all his people their salaries in his daughter's presence and hers.
It was done: some fifteen people entered the room, and received their pay with a kind word from their employer. Then Margaret, who had sat close to the patient all the time, rose and went out. The mayor followed her.
“Sir, how call you yon black-haired lad?”
“That is Ulrich, my clerk.”