'Then you consent to marry me?'
'Will Sir Hubert be liberated immediately if I do?' asked I.
By this time I was certain that the prisoner was indeed my poor lover, for my straining eyes could discern that he had black hair and that his size and figure corresponded exactly. Moreover his dress appeared to be exactly the same as that Sir Hubert wore when last I saw him. My one desire, therefore, was to save him from the gallows.
'Immediately. I guarantee that he shall be set free immediately.'
'If I consent, may I be allowed to tell him the good news about his freedom?'
The other was silent. He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons of the matter.
'Please allow me,' I entreated.
'Very well. If you promise to become my wife?'
I bowed—not being able to speak. The next moment I cried triumphantly—
'Hubert! Hubert! You are about to be set free. You are about to be liberated. I, your Margery, have effected this. Never forget me.' My voice broke into sobs, and, weeping bitterly, I suffered my companion to lead me away.