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"Madam, at your service," said I, and followed her, leading out on

the green before the house. "What means this, what means this, sir?"

she began when she was scarcely out of hearing of her sister.

"What did you about the goods? Did you, did you--?"

She gasped for further speech, and looked at me with such a

haughtiness of scorn as never I had seen. It is hard for any man to

be attacked in such wise by a woman, and be under the necessity of

keeping his weapons sheathed, though he knoweth full well the

exceeding convincing of them and their fine point to the case in

hand. I bowed.

"Did you, did you--" she went on--"did you purchase those

goods yourself for my sister? Did you?"

I bowed again. "Madam," said I, "whatever I have, and my poor flesh

and blood and soul also, are at the service of not only your sister

but her family."

I marvelled much as I spoke thus to see no flush of shameful

consciousness overspread the maid's face, but none did, and she

continued speaking with that sharpness of hers, both as to pale look

and voice, which wounded like cold steel, which leaves an additional

sting because of the frost in it. "Know you not, sir," said she,

"that we cannot suffer a man in your position, a--a--to

purchase my sister's wardrobe?" Then, before I knew what she was

about to do, in went her hand to a broidered pocket which hung at

her girdle, and out she drew a flashing store of rings and brooches,

and one long necklace flashing with green stones. "Here, take

these," she cried out. "I have no money, but such an insult I will

not suffer, that my sister goes clad at your expense to the ball

to-night. Take these; they are five times the value of the goods."

I would in that minute have given ten years of my life had Mistress

Catherine Cavendish been a man and I could have felled her to the

ground, and no man knowing what I believed I knew could have blamed

me. The flashes of red and green from those rings and gewgaws which

she held out seemed to pass my eyes to my very soul.

"Take them," she said. "Why do you not take them, sir?"

"I have no need of jewels, madam," I said, "and whatever the servant

hath is his master's by right, and his master doth but take his own,

and no discredit to him."