‘Holy Cross, that _thou_ shouldst speak thus. It shall not be, I swear it by the Blessed Saints, it shall not be. When do they speak of making the contract?’ The girl hesitated. ‘To--to-morrow,’ stammered she at last. ‘Father has bespoke Master Richard the Parson and Robert the Bailiff to the wine-drinking, and to stand as witnesses afterwards.’ ‘To-morrow? To-morrow?’ ‘Yea.’ ‘And thou didst not tell me. Thank the Lord I came hither this afternoon. Oh Alice, sweet Alice, thou dost love me, dost thou not? Thou dost love me, sweet Alice?’ She gazed at him reproachfully, then put her arms round his neck and kissed him. ‘Thou knowest I do, dear Philip.’ ‘Thou dost? Then all is well. We shall wed in spite of all; we shall, I say. By Mary, I would go through Hell to win thee, my darling Alice. Now, sweeting, be brave and adventure a little for our dear love’s sake, and I will save thee from that cursed old villain and thy father’s covetousness. Listen: to-morrow the contract is to be signed; there is but one way; thou must escape this night.’ ‘Escape? This night?’ ‘Yea, this night. ’Tis the only way out. Listen. Thou sleepest alone except for old Annie? I will bribe old Annie to carry a rope-ladder into thy chamber. At midnight I will whistle outside the window; do thou descend by the ladder, and ere sunrise we will put a dozen miles between us and Sir Gilbert.’ ‘Ah--but Annie?’ ‘Never fear; I know the hag. I have dealt with her before this. She would sell her soul to Hell for a gold angel. She will help thee. Thou wilt come with me? Say thou wilt come.’ ‘Oh Mary, never was a poor girl so perplexed,’ cried Alice, and the round childish tears tumbled down her cheeks. Philip kissed them away passionately. ‘My darling; my heart’s darling,’ he cried, ‘dost not love me better than all?’ ‘Yea, yea, thou knowest I do,’ she answered piteously. ‘Then wilt thou stay to be the wife of that hoary sinner, who had damned himself into Hell long before thou wert born? One brave step and thou art mine for ever. Once married before the priest, and not even the Lord King upon his throne can part us, praise Holy Mother Church. Escape with me to-night; promise me, promise, promise.’ ‘Jesu, Jesu,’ sobbed the poor girl. ‘Ah, thou dost not love me after all,’ groaned Philip, ‘thou dost not love me.’ He unlaced her arms from his neck, and pushed her away from him, covering his face with his hands. ‘But I do, I do,’ she cried, clinging to him passionately. ‘Then promise to come with me to-night; promise!’ ‘Ah, I promise, I promise.’ He kissed her fervently again and again. ‘I must not stay,’ quoth he. ‘I must get everything to hand. I shall get horses ready. I must think of the road and the priest, and I must see old Annie. Remember thou hast promised. To-night, to-night.’ He kissed her again, and with one last passionate embrace they parted. III