Help me to pick up the ring, and let the ceremony go on." "It is well for you that it is _not_ completed," replied Sir Giles, almost black in the face with choler.

"You know not whom you are about to wed.

But we will soon see.

Off with your veil, minion! Off with it, I say!" "Sir Giles, I will not permit this liberty," cried the old usurer.

"You shall not touch her.