"Giles," she said very solemnly, "do you love me?"
"With all my heart and soul!" he answered with breathless fervour.
"Would you like to do something for me?"
"I would love it, little lady."
"But suppose they killed you dead for it?"
"Let them!" cried Giles, "I would not care one whit!"
"Giles," she said, slipping a letter into his hand which he instantly hid in his doublet, "if you can give this letter to my dear father in the prison, they say he will be able to get out, and his head won't be cut off. But if anybody else finds it, they will kill him, and you too. Boy, do you dare do it?"
"Of course I dare. I would die for you, little lady, or for anybody you loved. I will give him the letter. If they kill me for it afterwards, I shall not mind."
Patricia's little face suddenly quivered all over.
"Boy," she said, "O dear, dear good Giles, I don't want you to be killed—I don't indeed. I love you next best to my father and mother—and the King!"