CHAPTER XV.
HUSBAND AND WIFE 'What an old-fashioned damsel it is!' said lord Herbert when Dorothy had left the room.
'She has led a lonely life,' answered lady Margaret, 'and has read a many old-fashioned books.' 'She seems a right companion for thee, Peggy, and I am glad of it, for I shall be much from thee--more and more, I fear, till this bitter weather be gone by.' 'Alas, Ned! hast thou not been more than much from me already?
Thou wilt certainly be killed, though thou hast not yet a scratch on thy blessed body.

I would it were over and all well!' 'So would I--and heartily, dear heart! In very truth I love fighting as little as thou.

But it is a thing that hath to be done, though small honour will ever be mine therefrom, I greatly fear me.

It is one of those affairs in which liking goes farther than goodwill, and as I say, I love it not, only to do my duty.

Hence doubtless it comes that no luck attends me.