At the corner whom should he meet again but the tall, fair-haired Betty, returning from some errand which she had found it convenient to fulfil just then.
"What," he said, "you once more! The saints are very kind to me this morning.

Come, Senora, walk a little way with me, for I would ask you a few questions." Betty hesitated, then gave way.

It was seldom that she found the chance of walking through Holborn with such a noble-looking cavalier.
"Never look at your working-dress," he said.
"With such a shape, what matters the robe that covers it ?"--a compliment at which Betty blushed, for she was proud of her fine figure.
"Would you like a mantilla of real Spanish lace for your head and shoulders?
Well, you shall have one that I brought from Spain with me, for I know no other lady in the land whom it would become better.

But, Mistress Betty, you told me wrong about your master.

I went to the chapel and he was not there." "He was there, Senor," she answered, eager to set herself right with this most agreeable and discriminating foreigner, "for I saw him go in a moment before, and he did not come out again." "Then, Senora, where could he have hidden himself?
Has the place a crypt ?" "None that I have heard of; but," she added, "there is a kind of little room behind the altar." "Indeed.