I hear that there is talk of warlike muster at Bordeaux once more, and by St.Paul! it would be a new thing if the lions of England and the red pile of Chandos were to be seen in the field, and the roses of Loring were not waving by their side." "Now woe worth me but I feared it!" cried she, with the color all struck from her face.

"I have noted your absent mind, your kindling eye, your trying and riveting of old harness.

Consider my sweet lord, that you have already won much honor, that we have seen but little of each other, that you bear upon your body the scar of over twenty wounds received in I know not how many bloody encounters.

Have you not done enough for honor and the public cause ?" "My lady, when our liege lord, the king, at three score years, and my Lord Chandos at three-score and ten, are blithe and ready to lay lance in rest for England's cause, it would ill be-seem me to prate of service done.

It is sooth that I have received seven and twenty wounds.