"You take me as your knight!" exclaimed Anthony, with a flash of pleasure from his eyes that met hers, and before which hers fell.
"My errand boy," she said, with a smile, "my foot-page to carry messages from me. You will take the gloves to Julian Crymes."
"Not in my hat, but in my belt—thus," said Anthony, passing them under his girdle. Then, after a pause, he said, "You have given me nothing."
"Yes, I have."
"What? Only another maid's gloves?"
"Something else. My forgiveness."
"Full?"
"Yes—full. Go now, and take the gloves."
"I shall return another day for something of your own."
Still he loitered; then suddenly looked up, with a laugh. "Mistress! What is your livery? What is your colour?"