I had almost forgotten to say that Madam took me to her own chamber, where she opened a box and pulled out a gold chain, very fine. This she hung about my neck, and bade me sit down, and gave me some sound advice, reminding me that woman was the weaker vessel, and should look to her husband not only to love and cherish her, but also to prevent her from falling into certain grievous sins, as of temper, deceitfulness, vanity, and the like, to which the weaker nature is ever prone. Many other things she said, being a good and virtuous woman, but I pass them over. After supper we went again into the garden, the weather being warm and fine. The sun went down, but the sky was full of light, though it was past nine o'clock and time for me to go home and to bed. Yet we lingered. The birds had gone to sleep; there was no whisper of the wind; the village was in silence. And Robin was whispering in my ear. I remember--I remember the very tones of his voice, which was low and sweet. I remember the words he said: 'Sweet love! Sweet love! How could I live so long without thee!' I remember my swelling heart and my glowing cheeks. Oh! Robin--Robin! Oh! poor heart! poor maid! The memory of this one day was nearly all thou hadst to feed upon for so long--so long a time! CHAPTER XIV. THE VISION OF THE BASKET. Suddenly we heard footsteps, as of those who are running, and my father's voice speaking loud. 'Sing, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, O Israel! Be glad and rejoice with all the heart!'---- 'Now, in the name of Heaven,' cried Sir Christopher, 'what meaneth this?' 'The Arm of the Lord! The Deliverance of Israel!' He burst upon us, dragging a man with him by the arm. In the twilight I could only see, at first, that it was a broad, thick-set man. But my father's slender form looked taller as he waved his arms and cried aloud. Had he been clad in a sheepskin, he would have resembled one of those ancient Prophets whose words were always in his mouth. 'Good friend,' said Sir Christopher, 'what meaneth these cries? Whom have we here?' Then the man with my father stepped forward and took off his hat. Why, I knew him at once; though it was ten years since I had seen him last! 'Twas my brother Barnaby--none other--come home again. He was now a great strong man--a stouter have I never seen, though he was somewhat under the middle height, broad in the shoulders, and thick of chest. Beside him Robin, though reasonable in breadth, showed like a slender sapling. But he had still the same good-natured face, though now much broader. It needed no more than the first look to know my brother Barnaby again. 'Barnaby,' I cried, 'Barnaby, hast thou forgotten me?' I caught one of his great hands--never, surely, were there bigger hands than Barnaby's! 'Hast thou forgotten me?'