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It is a joy to me to see you again, lady, and to know that you
have reached home in safety, if this be indeed your home."
"Yes, in sooth, Castle Twynham is my home, and Sir Nigel Loring
my father, I should have told you so this morning, but you said
that you were coming thither, so I bethought me that I might hold
it back as a surprise to you. Oh dear, but it was brave to see
you!" she cried, bursting out a-laughing once more, and standing
with her hand pressed to her side, and her half-closed eyes
twinkling with amusement. "You drew back and came forward with
your eyes upon my book there, like the mouse who sniffs the
cheese and yet dreads the trap."
"I take shame," said Alleyne, "that I should have touched it."
"Nay, it warmed my very heart to see it. So glad was I, that I
laughed for very pleasure. My fine preacher can himself be
tempted then, thought I; he is not made of another clay to the
rest of us."
"God help me! I am the weakest of the weak," groaned Alleyne.
"I pray that I may have more strength."
"And to what end?" she asked sharply.


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