I 'm of my mistress's opinion; and if she says, Do it, think as we like, done it has to be.' Lady Charlotte came at a trot through the gate, to supervise the limbering-up of another felled tree.

She headed it as before.

The log dragged bounding and twirling, rattling its chains; the crowd along the ridge, forbidden to cheer, watching it with intense repression of the roar.

We have not often in England sight of a great lady challengeing an unpopular man to battle and smacking him in the face like this to provoke him.

Weyburn was driven on a half-circle of the lane to the gate, where he jumped out to greet Lady Charlotte trotting back for another smack in the face of her enemy,--a third rounding of her Troy with the vanquished dead at her heels, as Weyburn let a flimsy suggestion beguile his fancy, until the Homeric was overwhelming even to a playful mind, and he put her in a mediaeval frame.