You cannot know the trouble I took or the risk I ran in coming.

You have not seen me for many days, yet you remember me and have come five times to the bridge.

I was wrong when I said you would forget the burgher girl within a fortnight.

Sir Max, you are a marvel of constancy.' At that moment the figures of two men appeared on the castle battlements, silhouetted against the moon; they seemed of enormous stature, magnified in the moonlight.

One of them was the Duke of Burgundy.