"Yes, John, I will answer thee truly and soberly," replied she in a voice he had never heard from her before. "Philip De la Noye hath brought news that sets me free from a teasing obligation of which no man knows. Marie and Jeanne, his sisters, are my dear friends and gossips, and their brother Jacques would fain have been my bachelor in Leyden, but I was too young my father said to listen to such talk, and he cared not greatly for Jacques, who was to tell truth somewhat gay and debonair of temper, and no church member, no, not he. So when we parted from Leyden to come hither, and I went to bid good-by to my friends, James, as you call him in English, would fain have me promise to wed no man but him, and he would come hither so soon as he was his own master." "And didst promise, Priscilla?" "Well, nay and yea, John. I said I knew not what might meet me here, and--but at long and at last I promised to wait until the first ship had followed us, and if Jacques came in her I would--would listen to him again." "And that was all thy promise, maiden?" "Ay, and enough, for before we landed on yonder Rock, and 't was Mary Chilton and not thee, John, who first skipt ashore"-- "Oh, mind not that just now, Priscilla." "Well, before I myself came ashore I knew that I cared not for Jacques De la Noye. Beside the deathbed of my mother, and again by that of my brother, I knew that life was darker and deeper than he could fathom." "Ay, maid, and nobly didst thou bear that sorry load of woe and care." Priscilla's color rose, and her dark eyes flashed a message of thanks, but without other reply she went steadily on,-- "And so soon as Philip saw me, he delivered himself of the news that Jacques, some three months since, was wed at Saint Peter's Church to Gertrude Bartholmei, a merry Flemish maid, who ever looked kindly on him, and now is welcome to him." "Say you that honestly, Priscilla?" "As honestly as thyself could speak, lad." "And thou 'rt heart-whole?" "Nay, I said not exactly that." "What! Dost really care for the captain?" "As I care for the governor and the doctor; no more, no less." "Priscilla, wilt be my wife?" "Nay then, John, why didst not ask that at first rather than at last? Thou 'rt too fond of quip and quirk and wordy warfare, John, too much given to fence and intrigue." "I, Priscilla! Nay then, I'll not be turned aside again, try as thou wilt. Priscilla, wilt be my wife?" "Nay then, I never could bear a cuckoo song all on two notes, and if thou 'rt bound to say that phrase over and over till 't is answered"-- "'T is just what I am bound to do. Priscilla, wilt be my wife?" "Yes, John, I will, and now I hope thou 'rt content." "Wait till I see thee alone this evening, and I'll tell thee how content. Oh, maiden"--