"Sir," quoth I, "my name is _Milisent Louvaine_, to serve you." "Truly," saith he, "and it shall serve me right well to know so mellifluous a name. [Note 3.] And what dwelling is honoured by being your fair home, my honey-sweet damsel?" "Sir," said I, "I dwell at _Selwick_ Hall, o'er the lake in yonder quarter." "It must be a delightsome dwelling," he made answer. "And--elders have you, fairest Mistress?" "I thank the Lord, ay, Sir. Sir _Aubrey Louvaine_ is my father, and Dame _Lettice_, sometime named _Eden_, my mother." "_Lettice Eden_!" saith he, and methought something sorrowfully, as though _Mother's_ old name should have waked some regrets within him. "I do mind me, long time gone, of a fair maiden of that name, that was with my sometime Lady of _Surrey_, and might now and then be seen at the Court with her lady, or with the fair Lady of _Richmond_, her lord's sister. Could it have been the same, I marvel?" "Sir," said I, "I cast no doubt thereon. My mother was bower-maiden unto my Lady of _Surrey_, afore she were wed." "Ah!" saith he, and fetched a great sigh. "She was the fairest maiden that ever mine eyes beheld. At the least--I thought so yesterday." "My sister is more like her than I," I did observe. "She is round by yonder, a-playing the painter." "Ah," quoth he, something carelessly, "I did see a young damsel, sitting of a stone o'er yonder. Very fair, in good sooth: yet I have seen fairer,--even within the compass of Saint _Hubert's_ Isle. And I do marvel that she should be regarded as favouring my good Lady your mother more than you, sweet Mistress _Milisent_." I was astonished, for I know _Edith_ is reckoned best-favoured of all us, and most like to _Mother_. But well as it liked me to sit and listen, methought, somehow, I had better get me up and return to _Edith_. "Alas!" saith he, when he saw me rise, "miserable man, am I driving hence the fairest floweret of the isle?" "Not in no wise, Sir," answered I; "but I count it time to return, and my sister shall be coming to look for me." "Then, sweet Mistress, give me leave to hand you o'er these rough paths." So I put mine hand into his, which was shapely, and well cased in fair _Spanish_ leather; and as we walked, he asked me of divers matters; as, how many brothers I had, and if they dwelt at home; and if _Father_ were at home; and the number and names of my sisters, and such like; all which I told him. Moreover, he would know if we had any guests; which, with much more, seeing he had been of old time acquainted with _Mother_, I told. Only I forgat to make mention of Aunt _Joyce_. So at long last--for he, being unacquainted with the Isle, took the longest way round, and I thought it good manners not to check him--at long last come we to _Edith_, which was gat up from her stone, and was putting by her paper and pencils in the bag which she had brought for them.