The Clerk, who had been dozing, wakened up once more at this, and said, “She admits her guilt, m’ Lud.”
“You make a Qurious mistake,” said the lady; “I said quilt, not guilt.”
THE BOUNDING DOE.
The Clerk was off to sleep again, so made no answer.
“My Lord,” said the lady, “here is his heart; I have offered it back to him often, but he always said he did not want it, he wanted mine.”
FROM BOX TO BOX.
So saying, she pulled out of a neat little chatelaine bag which hung at her side a small bundle wrapped up in silver paper.
“Are you willing to give it back to him?” said Jaques.