"Dost thou like him?"
"Faith, Margaret, I think I have no place in my heart warm enough for liking, save of old friends; but Cecil is overjoyed to see him, and Father White oft sends him here of an errand."
"'Tis easy to see why."
"Yes, thou art shrewd as ever, Margaret. Father White would be glad to see me wed now that he has returned to the bosom of Holy Church after long wandering. He accompanies the Father on his missions, and renders much service as interpreter. Ingle himself has given up all thought of marriage, but would fain be our true friend, and asked me this morning to consider of him as a tenant at Cecil Manor."
"Be thine own tenant, Cousin. Trust me, 'tis safer."
"Ay, so I think, and so I have decided. I am very ignorant, but the manor cannot be ready for habitation till next year, and ere a year is over I hope to learn much."
"And I will help thee. Count upon me. Ah, Cecil, how fares it with thee?"
"I do well, Couthin Margaret, yet I like not St. Mary's as well as St. Gabriel's, and in the summer 'twill be worth."
"In the summer thou and thy mother are to come to me at Kent Island. What fine breeches thou dost wear, Cecil!"
"Ay, they are my best, and donned for thee."