"My errand boy," she said, with a smile, "my foot-page to carry messages from me. You will take the gloves to Julian Crymes." "Not in my hat, but in my belt--thus," said Anthony, passing them under his girdle. Then, after a pause, he said, "You have given me nothing." "Yes, I have." "What? Only another maid's gloves?" "Something else. My forgiveness." "Full?" "Yes--full. Go now, and take the gloves." "I shall return another day for something of your own." Still he loitered; then suddenly looked up, with a laugh. "Mistress! What is your livery? What is your colour?" "My colour! Yellow--yellow as the marigold, for I am jealous." "Then, here is my hat. You shall put your badge in it." "Not till I admit your service." "You have--you have given me a commission." Urith laughed. "Very well. There are marsh marigolds in the brook. You shall have them." CHAPTER XII. AND AGAIN. Anthony went home to Hall. He was on foot--if he must go to Kilworthy and return the gloves to Julian Crymes, he would ride. They hung in his girdle. His hat was gay with marsh marigolds. A sudden, overwhelming intoxication of happiness had come over Urith. She was loved, and loved in return. Her heart had hitherto known no love, or only that which was rendered as a duty to an exacting and trying mother. The world to her had become wider, brighter, the sky higher. The condition in which her mother was forgotten for a moment, for a moment only, as with fluttering heart and trembling fingers, and pulses that leaped and then were still, she picked the marigolds and put them in his cap. Then he was gone, and she returned at once to her mother's room. Anthony wore his hat ajaunt as he strode into the yard of Hall, and when he saw his sister Bessie in the door, he called to her to come to him, to save himself the trouble of taking a dozen steps to her out of his way to the stable. She obeyed the summons at once. "Bess!" said he, "I have made a promise for thee. I have been to Willsworthy, and have said that thou wilt go there to-day." "Oh, Anthony!" said Elizabeth, in return. "How could you do as you have done concerning the headpiece?" "There, there! that is finished and done for. I sent it back the same night. I called up the sexton to help me. But the matter is at an end, and I will not have it stirred again. Do you hear, you must go to Willsworthy to-day. I have passed my word." "I cannot, Tony. I was on my way there when I met Luke, and he told me what you had done. Then for shame I could not go on, but returned home." "I went there and made my peace," said Anthony. "Do not blow a drop of soap into a vast globe. It is all over and mended. I said I was sorry, and that was the end of the matter." "But Luke told me that Mistress Malvine has had a fit because of it."