"Thanks, maiden, you are kind and considerate to an avowed poacher," replied Edward.
"Oh, but you will not poach, I'm sure; and if you do, I'll beg you off if I can," replied the girl, laughing.
Edward followed her into the kitchen, and she soon produced a cold fowl and a venison pasty, which she placed on the table; she then went out and returned with a jug of ale.
"There," said she, putting it on the table, "that is all that I can find."
"Your father's name is Heatherstone, I believe. It was so on the warrant."
"Yes, it is."
"And yours?"
"The same as my father's, I should presume."
"Yes, but your baptismal name?"
"You ask strange questions, young sir; but still I will answer you that: my baptismal name is Patience."