"On my honor, madam, Lady Sue is deeply enamored of me.

What think you of my chances now ?" "You?
You ?" she repeated at intervals, mechanically, dazed still, lost in a whirl of conflicting emotions wherein fear, amazement, and a certain vein of superstitious horror fought a hard battle in her dizzy brain.
"The risks," she murmured more coherently.
"Bah!" "If she discover you, before ...

before ..." "Before she is legally my wife?
Pshaw! ...

Then of a truth my scheme will come to naught ...

But will you not own, Editha, that 'tis worth the risk ?" "Afterwards ?" she asked, "afterwards ?" "Afterwards, mistress," he rejoined enigmatically, "afterwards sits on the knees of the gods." And with a flourish of his broad-brimmed hat he turned on his heel and anon was lost in the shadows of the tall yew hedge.
How long she stood there watching that spot whereon he had been standing, she could not say.