“My business was with the Burgomaster, and what that business was is none of your concern.”
“I will not be trifled with, Master Chenoweth. Tell me what business you had at the Burgomaster's house.”
“I shall not tell you. Good evening.”
“Do you think I don't know why you are hanging about that house? You think you are going to win Mistress Hilvardine. But you are mistaken. She is promised to me, and if you value your liberty you will cease your visits in that quarter.” The magistrate, turned on his heel and walked rapidly in the opposite direction.
With anger and sorrow filling his heart, Conrad neared his father's house. Pale mists were stealing up from the river. A crescent moon was sinking in the west. Lights streamed here and there from the anchored barges. Antwerp under the starlit sky was as quiet and full of peace as if there were no disturbing elements of Jove or discord in the world.
