"Be wise--dally not here; all may yet be well, if you will but use dispatch." "I wait but for your forgiveness," said the knight, still kneeling, "for my presumption in believing that my poor services could have been required or valued by you." "I do forgive you--oh, I have nothing to forgive! have been the means of injuring you.

But oh, begone! I will forgive--I will value you--that is, as I value every brave Crusader--if you will but begone!" "Receive, first, this precious yet fatal pledge," said the knight, tendering the ring to Edith, who now showed gestures of impatience.
"Oh, no, no " she said, declining to receive it.

"Keep it--keep it as a mark of my regard--my regret, I would say.

Oh, begone, if not for your own sake, for mine!" Almost recompensed for the loss even of honour, which her voice had denounced to him, by the interest which she seemed to testify in his safety, Sir Kenneth rose from his knee, and, casting a momentary glance on Edith, bowed low, and seemed about to withdraw.

At the same instant, that maidenly bashfulness, which the energy of Edith's feelings had till then triumphed over, became conqueror in its turn, and she hastened from the apartment, extinguishing her lamp as she went, and leaving, in Sir Kenneth's thoughts, both mental and natural gloom behind her.
She must be obeyed, was the first distinct idea which waked him from his reverie, and he hastened to the place by which he had entered the pavilion.