"What hast thou to say to me ?" At the sound of his voice, Sibyll Warner started, and uttered a faint exclamation.

The stranger of the pastime-ground was before her.
Instinctively she drew the wimple yet more closely round her face, and laid her hand upon the bolt of the door as if in the impulse of retreat.
The nobleman's curiosity was roused.

He looked again and earnestly on the form that seemed to shrink from his gaze; then rising slowly, he advanced, and laid his band on her arm.

"Donzell, I recognize thee," he said, in a voice that sounded cold and stern.

"What service wouldst thou ask me to render thee?
Speak! Nay! I pray thee, speak." "Indeed, good my lord," said Sibyll, conquering her confusion; and, lifting her wimple, her dark blue eyes met those bent on her, with fearless truth and innocence, "I knew not, and you will believe me,--I knew not till this moment that I had such cause for gratitude to the Lord Hastings.