"That I will, right willingly, fair Sir," she replied; "provided I may do it honestly."
"You shall not do it else," old Greenford observed.
"Come, your gift, grandsire—you are slow in finding it."
"Have patience, wench, have patience. Young folks are always in a hurry. Here 'tis!"
"Only a silver groat!" she exclaimed, tossing her head. "Why, this young man behind me gave a mark; and so did this gallant gentleman on horseback."
"Poh! poh! go along, wench. They will take better care of their money when they grow older."
"Stay, my pretty maiden," Jocelyn cried; "you have promised to do me a favour."
"What is it?" she inquired.
"Present this nosegay on my part to the young lady in yonder window."
"What! offer this to Mistress Aveline Calveley?" Gillian exclaimed in surprise. "Are you sure she will accept it, Sir?"