“How is the rope fastened?” said the knight.
“To the bed-post,” said the lady modestly.
“Your hand a moment, fair dame,” said the knight, trying to climb on the window-sill.
“Oh! dear me, No!” said the lady, “I could not think of such a thing.”
“But I can’t stay here,” said the knight, “this rope cuts like fury.”
“Oh! but I could not think for a moment of admitting you,” said the lady, “But, hist! speak low, or the Lady Maude will hear.”
“Eh? who?” said the knight.
“The Lady Maude,” said the maiden again.
“And you then are?—”
“Her hand—”