And now the arrival of the young mistress, or, as she was called, the little mistress, was the signal for them all to draw round the fire, like one happy family, travellers, host, hostess, and even servants in the outer ring, and tell stories till bedtime. And Gerard in his turn told a tremendous one out of his repertory, a MS. collection of “acts of the saints,” and made them all shudder deliciously; but soon after began to nod, exhausted by the effort, I should say. The young mistress saw, and gave Marion a look. She instantly lighted a rush, and laying her hand on Gerard's shoulder, invited him to follow her. She showed him a room where were two nice white beds, and bade him choose. “Either is paradise,” said he. “I'll take this one. Do you know, I have not lain in a naked bed once since I left my home in Holland.” “Alack! poor soul!” said she; “well, then, the sooner my flax and your down (he! he!) come together, the better; so--allons!” and she held out her cheek as business-like as if it had been her hand for a fee. “Allons? what does that mean?” “It means 'good-night.' Ahem! What, don't they salute the chambermaid in your part?” “Not all in a moment.” “What, do they make a business on't?” “Nay, perverter of words, I mean we make not so free with strange women. “They must be strange women if they do not think you strange fools, then. Here is a coil. Why, all the old greasy greybeards that lie at our inn do kiss us chambermaids; faugh! and what have we poor wretches to set on t'other side the compt but now and then a nice young----? Alack! time flies, chambermaids can't be spared long in the nursery, so how is't to be?” “An't please you arrange with my comrade for both. He is mulierose; I am not.” “Nay, 'tis the curb he will want, not the spur. Well! well! you shall to bed without paying the usual toll; and oh, but 'tis sweet to fall in with a young man who can withstand these ancient ill customs, and gainsay brazen hussies. Shalt have thy reward.” “Thank you! But what are you doing with my bed?” “Me? oh, only taking off these sheets, and going to put on the pair the drunken miller slept in last night.” “Oh, no! no! You cruel, black-hearted thing! There! there!” “A la bonne heure! What will not perseverance effect? But note now the frowardness of a mad wench! I cared not for't a button. I am dead sick of that sport this five years. But you denied me; so then forthwith I behoved to have it; belike had gone through fire and water for't. Alas, young sir, we women are kittle cattle; poor perverse toads: excuse us: and keep us in our place, savoir, at arm's length; and so good-night!” At the door she turned and said, with a complete change of tone and manner: “The Virgin guard thy head, and the holy Evangelists watch the bed where lies a poor young wanderer far from home! Amen!” And the next moment he heard her run tearing down the stairs, and soon a peal of laughter from the salle betrayed her whereabouts.