She took a step inside the door, sent her small eyes peering first into every corner her sight could reach, and then said: 'Are we alone--we two, master Richard?' 'There's a cat in the next stall, mistress: if she can hear, she can't speak.' 'Don't be too sure of that, master Richard. Be there no one else?' 'Not a body; soul there may be--who knows?' 'I know there is none. I will tell thee my charm, or what else I may that thou would wish to know; for he is a true gentleman who will help a woman because she is a woman, be she as old and ugly as Goody Rees herself. Hearken, my pretty sir: it is the tooth of a corpse, drawn after he hath lain a se'en-night in the mould: wilt buy, my master? Or did not I see thee now asking comfort from thy horse for the--' She paused a moment, peered narrowly at him from under lowered eyebrows, and went on: '--heartache, eh, master Richard? Old eyes can see through velvet doublets.' 'All the world knows yours can see farther than other people's,' returned Richard. 'Heaven knows whence they have their sharpness. But suppose it were a heartache now, have you got e'er a charm to cure that?' 'The best of all charms, my young master, is a kiss from the maiden; and what would thou give me for the spell that should set her by thy side at the old dial, under a warm harvest moon, all the long hours 'twixt midnight and the crowing of the black cock--eh, my master? What wilt thou give me?' 'Not a brass farthing, if she came not of her own good will,' murmured Richard, turning towards his mare. 'But come, mistress Rees, you know you couldn't do it, even if you were the black witch the neighbours would have you--though I, for my part, will not hear a word against you--never since you set my poor old dog upon his legs again--though to be sure he will die one of these days, and that no one can help--dogs have such short lives, poor fools!' 'Thou knows not what old mother Rees can do. Tell me, young master, did she ever say and not do--eh, now?' 'You said you would cure my dog, and you did,' answered Richard. 'And I say now, if thou will, I will set thee and her together by the old dial to-morrow night, and it shall be a warm and moonlit night on purpose for ye, an ye will.' 'It were to no good purpose, mistress Rees, for we parted this day--and that for ever, I much fear me,' said Richard with a deep sigh, but getting some little comfort even out of a witch's sympathy. 'Tut, tut, tut! Lovers' quarrels! Who knows not what they mean? Crying and kissing--crying and kissing--that's what they mean. Come now--what did thou and she quarrel about?' The old woman, if not a witch, at least looked very like one, with her two hands resting on the wide round ledge of her farthingale, her head thrown back, and from under her peaked hat that pointed away behind, her two greenish eyes peering with a half-coaxing, yet sharp and probing gaze into those of the youth.