“Why, Master Lyngern, you know that as well as I.”
Maude wished he would have left her to her own thoughts, from which his questions were no diversion in any sense.
“Mistress Maude, when will you be wed?”
The diversion was effected.
“I, Master Lyngern! I am not about to wed.”
“Are you well avised of that, Mistress Maude?”
“Marry, Master Lyngern!” said Maude, feeling rather affronted.
“If you will take mine avisement, you will be wed likewise,” said Bertram gravely.
“What mean you, Master Lyngern?”
Maude was really hurt. She liked Bertram, and here he was making fun of her, without the least consideration for her feelings.