“Denys,” said she softly, “I have got my orders. I am to read my lover's letter to his folk.”
“Ye will never do that?”
“Ay will I.”
“I see there is something in the letter has softened ye towards them.”
“Not a jot, Denys, not a jot. But an I hated them like poison I would not disobey my love. Denys, 'tis so sweet to obey, and sweetest of all to obey one who is far, far away, and cannot enforce my duty, but must trust my love for my obedience. Ah, Gerard, my darling, at hand I might have slighted thy commands, misliking thy folk as I have cause to do; but now, didst bid me go into the raging sea and read thy sweet letter to the sharks, there I'd go. Therefore, Denys, tell his mother I have got a letter, and if she and hers would hear it, I am their servant; let them say their hour, and I'll seat them as best I can, and welcome them as best I may.”
Denys went off to Catherine with this good news. He found the family at dinner, and told them there was a long letter from Gerard. Then in the midst of the joy this caused, he said, “And her heart is softened, and she will read it to you herself; you are to choose your own time.”
“What does she think there are none can read but her?” asked Catherine. “Let her send the letter and we will read it.”
“Nay, but, mother,” objected little Kate; “mayhap she cannot bear to part it from her hand; she loves him dearly.”
“What, thinks she we shall steal it?”
Cornelis suggested that she would fain wedge herself into the family by means of this letter.