\"Nayfather，\"saidMatilda，takingthebaron’shand，\"donotharmthefriar：
hemeansnottooffendyou。Mygaietyneverbeforedispleasedyou。
Leastofallshoulditdosonow，whenIhaveneedofallmyspiritstooutweightheseverityofmyfortune。\"
Asshespokethelastwords，tearsstartedintohereyes，which，asifashamedoftheinvoluntarybetrayingofherfeelings，sheturnedawaytoconceal。Thebaronwassubduedatonce。Hekissedhisdaughter，heldouthishandtothefriar，andsaid，\"Singon，inGod’sname，andcrackawaytheflaskstillyourvoiceswimsincanary。\"
ThenturningtoSirRalph，hesaid，\"Youseehowitis，sirknight。