"'I had need wish you much joy, for I see but little toward it,' as the poet says," he remarked, bluntly. "He will not make you a good husband."
"You cannot say that."
"It's a hard face that will look into yours, mistress, and when trouble comes, it will not look pleasantly. You are going to sing again? I am glad."
"You promised to go away—long since."
"I did. But the host has returned, and I distrust him. I am waiting now to see the end of it."
"No—no—I hope not. Pray go, sir."
"Is there danger?"
"Yes."
"I thought so. I am fond of danger, I have told you. It braces me up; it—why are you so pale?"
"You have been kind to me, and you have saved me from indignity.
Pray take your men away at once."