"I’m being brought up by the nuns. But, do you know, Sister Agnes--’twas she who brought out the hippocras--has been ill ever since you came? She did nothing but sigh and weep, and weep and sigh, from the time she got in till now. The only thing that comforts her is when I am with her, and I ought never to have left her to-day, only father sent orders for me to come here." "Why, your poor old father sending orders to the Prioress of Appuldurcombe! that is a likely tale," said Ralph, smiling incredulously. "And who do you think my father is?" "Why, that poor old beggar whom I put on my pony, sure enough." The girl broke out into a merry laugh. "Like enough, like enough," she said; and then went on in a different tone,--"So you found the Hermit of St Catherine’s, did you? ’Twas a rare foggy night, wasn’t it?" "Why, what do you know about that?" cried Ralph, in astonishment. But again the only answer was a merry, mischievous laugh, and before Ralph, who did not like being mystified, could ask her any more questions, the rough man who was taking care of her, having finished his conversation with Bowerman, came up, and led her away, giving Ralph a peculiar look as he passed. The crowd had now become a disorganised mob. The lists were invaded, and children were picking up the broken splinters of the gaily-painted lances, or gazing in awe at the fine ladies who were being escorted from the pavilion. The great centre of attraction was the tent of the knights-challengers. Every one hoped to obtain a glimpse of the mysterious knight as he came out, but in this they were disappointed; no one came out except those who were well known, and at last, after waiting in hopeful curiosity for some time, the people gave it up, and went off in search of other amusements. "Certes, Master Ralph," said Dicky Cheke, who met that successful youth as he was dismounting in the courtyard, amid the plaudits of the garrison and the congratulations of the visitors, who were standing about waiting for the evening festivities, which would shortly begin, preluded by a state banquet in the Captain’s hall,--"certes, Master Ralph, you are in luck’s way; but why that should make a little wench in the crowd pinch my arm, I can’t tell. ’Twas the oddest thing! The little quean asked me if I was your friend. I stared at her, and said,--’Ay, marry; but I didn’t see that gave her a right to pinch my arm.’ Whereupon she laughed. ’What are you laughing for?’ said I. ’Because you’re such a merry little boy,’ said she. ’Grammercy, little girl,’ said I. Whereupon she began to laugh more than ever; and I had to say I’d send the leech from the castle to give her something to stop her going on like that before she made an end of it; and when she did, she finished up with,--’Oh, do let me tell you what I wanted to, before I die of laughing at such a merry little tom-tit.’ There! I solemnly declare she called me a tom-tit, though, certes, I doubt if you’d credit it."