Whom should it be but my own dear, delectable Aveline ?" "Look round, I say, and credit your own eyes, since you doubt my assertions!" roared Sir Giles.
"Ten thousand furies!" ejaculated Sir Francis, as he complied with the injunction.

"Why, there she is, in good truth, when I thought she was by my side.

Whom, then, have I been about to take to my bosom ?" "It matters not," replied Sir Giles.

"She you desired to wed is yonder, and must take the other's place.

That is--but I forget," he added, suddenly checking himself, and lowering his tone, "naught can be done, except according to rule, in this presence.