No, she would not go where she was sure of an ill welcome. "Them that come unbidden sit unseated." No, let Denys be mediator, and bring the parties to a good understanding. He undertook the office at once, and with great pomp and confidence. He trotted off to Margaret and said, "She-comrade, I met this day a friend of thine." "Thou didst look into the Rotter then, and see thyself." "Nay, 'twas a female, and one that seeks thy regard; 'twas Catherine, Gerard's mother." "Oh, was it?" said Margaret; "then you may tell her she comes too late. There was a time I longed and longed for her; but she held aloof in my hour of most need, so now we will be as we ha' been." Denys tried to shake this resolution. He coaxed her, but she was bitter and sullen, and not to be coaxed. Then he scolded her well; then, at that she went into hysterics. He was frightened at this result of his eloquence, and being off his guard allowed himself to be entrapped into a solemn promise never to recur to the subject. He went back to Catherine crestfallen, and told her. She fired up and told the family how his overtures had been received. Then they fired up; it became a feud and burned fiercer every day. Little Kate alone made some excuses for Margaret. The very next day another visitor came to Margaret, and found the military enslaved and degraded, Martin up to his elbows in soapsuds, and Denys ironing very clumsily, and Margaret plaiting ruffs, but with a mistress's eye on her raw levies. To these there entered an old man, venerable at first sight, but on nearer view keen and wizened. "Ah," cried Margaret. Then swiftly turned her back on him and hid her face with invincible repugnance. "Oh, that man! that man!" "Nay, fear me not," said Ghysbrecht; "I come on a friend's errand. I bring ye a letter from foreign parts." "Mock me not, old man," and she turned slowly round. "Nay, see," and he held out an enormous letter. Margaret darted on it, and held it with trembling hands and glistening eyes. It was Gerard's handwriting. "Oh, thank you, sir, bless you for this. I forgive you all the ill you ever wrought me." And she pressed the letter to her bosom with one hand, and glided swiftly from the room with it. As she did not come back, Ghysbrecht went away, but not without a scowl at Martin. Margaret was hours alone with her letter. CHAPTER LIV WHEN she came down again she was a changed woman. Her eyes were wet, but calm, and all her bitterness and excitement charmed away. "Denys," said she, softly, "I have got my orders. I am to read my lover's letter to his folk." "Ye will never do that?" "Ay will I." "I see there is something in the letter has softened ye towards them."