TWO:"O, you must not ask Sir Robert for any fine compliment," interrupted the baroness. "They are not a lady's giftthey were presented to me by the wife of one of your vassals."He sat down by the open window, leaning his elbow on the sill. The night was as soft as honey, and dark as a bowl of wine. The stars were scattered and dim, the moon had dipped into a belt of fogs, the fields were bloomed with darkness and sleep. The ridge of Boarzell was just visible under the Dog Starthe lump of firs stood motionless, for the wind had dropped, and not even a whisper from the orchard proclaimed its sleeping place.
