pered not subdued in the medium of its living and gentle mirror. Her lips were half-opened to speak as she entered the apartment, and with a smile of recognition to the friar, and a courtesy to the stranger knight, she approached the baron and said: "You are late at your breakfast, father."
"I am not at breakfast," said the baron. "I have been at supper: my last night's supper; for I had none."
"I am sorry," said Matilda, "you should have gone to bed supperless."
"I did not go to bed supperless," said the baron: "I did not go to bed at all: and what are you doing with that green dress and that bow and arrow?"
"I am going a-hunting," said Matilda.
"A-hunting!" said the baron. "What, I warrant you, to meet with the earl, and slip your neck into the same noose?"
