"On this downy couch I could not have reposed otherwise than well, lady."
"I am glad you appreciate what is all the work of my own fair hands; for know, sir, that this quilt of eider-down was the last essay of my perseverance and industry."
"Thine, fair Anna!"
"Thou seest I am not one to hide my candle under a bushel."
"By the wheel of St. Catherine!" said the Earl, smiling as he smoothed down the quilt, which was entirely made of soft feathers from the breast of the eider-duck, woven into bright and beautiful patterns; "there is something very adorable in the idea of reposing under what your pretty fingers have wrought!"
"Konrad scaled the highest cliffs that overhang the fiord to bring me these feathers. Poor Konrad! He has clambered for me, where not even Jans Thorson or the boldest man on the bay would dare to climb, even to win his daily bread."
"And who is this Konrad?" asked Bothwell, suspiciously.
"He who—permit me to say—-saved you from the ocean last night; and but for whom, perhaps, you had now been in heaven."
"St. Mary forefend it had not been a warmer place!"
"I have brought you our morning grace-cup," said Anna, placing it in his hand; "drink to the prosperity of the Lords of Welsöö, my lord, and let me begone, for I have my uncle, Sir Erick, and others, to visit with the same gift."