Then Anthony took up the gloves, drew them out, and passed them under the ribbon of his hat.
"I was your true knight yesterday, achieving your deliverance, and every true knight must wear either his lady's colours or some pledge to show that she has accepted him as her knight. That, I have heard say, is how some crests were given or taken. Now I have assumed mine—your gloves. I take them as my right, and shall wear them in your name."
"They are not mine," said Urith; "you will do me a favour if you will take them for me to her to whom they of right belong, and say that I return them to her. She lost them last night, and I found them. I never go near Kilworthy—never have an opportunity of seeing her—and her brother I am not likely to see. Therefore I beseech you to convey them to her from me."
"To whom? Not Julian?"
"Yes, to Julian."
Anthony muttered an oath.
"I will take them from my hat and throw them under foot," he said, angrily. "I did not ask for a favour of Julian Crymes, but for something of yours, Urith."
"You did not ask any one for a favour," she replied, gravely. "You took the gloves unasked."
He pulled them from his hat, and was about to cast them back on the window-sill, when Urith arrested his hand.
"No," she said; "I asked you a favour, and you will not be so discourteous a knight as to refuse it me."