“Verily, maiden—”
“Promise,” interrupted Mary.
“Truly, maiden—”
“Promise,” cried Mary.
“In good sooth, maiden—”
“Promise,” reiterated Mary, pulling the Dominie towards her chair.
“Nay, then, I do promise, since thou wilt have it so,” replied the Dominie.
“And when will you come?”
“I will not tarry,” replied the Dominie; “and now good night to all.”
The Dominie shook hands with us, and Mary lighted him downstairs. I was much pleased with the resolution and sense of his danger thus shown by my worthy preceptor, and hoped that he would have avoided Mary in future, who evidently wished to make a conquest of him for her own amusement and love of admiration; but still I felt that the promise exacted would be fulfilled, and I was afraid that a second meeting, and that perhaps not before witnesses, would prove mischievous. I made up my mind to speak to Mary on the subject as soon as I had an opportunity, and insist upon her not making a fool of the worthy old man. Mary remained below a much longer time than was necessary, and when she re-appeared and looked at me, as if for a smile of approval, I turned from her with a contemptuous air. She sat down, and looked confused. Tom was also silent, and paid her no attention. A quarter of an hour passed, when he proposed to his father that they should be off, and the party broke up. Leaving Mary silent and thoughtful, and old Stapleton finishing his pipe, I took my candle and went to bed.