The priest even was in readiness to marry them privily, and they would have won the day in spite of me.

But the eyes of jealousy are ever the sharpest; my head apprentice, who was madly in love with the maid, betrayed the plot, and then, Mistress Margery, were things said and done--things concerning which I had best hold my peace.

And if you crave to know them, you may ask my mother.

You will see some day, if you do not scorn to enter my house and if you gain her friendship--and I doubt not that you will, albeit it is not granted to every one--she will be glad enough to complain of my dealings in this matter--mine, her own son's, although on other points she is wont to praise my virtues over-loudly." This discourse raised my cousin once more to his old place in my opinion, and I knew now that the honest glance of his blue eyes, which doubtless had won fair Gertrude's heart, was trustworthy and true.
Master Ulman Pernhart was married in a right sober fashion to fair Mistress Giovanna, and I remember to this day seeing them wed in Saint Laurence's Church.

It was a few months before this that I was taken for the first time to a dance at the town hall.