“Give it to me,” the Duke said in a voice surprisingly calm and gentle.  It piqued Katherine.  It was disappointing not to hear a fierce voice like Cedric’s was wont to be.  She saw the Duke’s form silhouetted by a bush of white blossom and heard from his lips a quaint love ditty.  It so set her very susceptible heart to fluttering she knew not whether to be glad or sorry that he was there.  She was weaving a garland in a peculiar manner learned at the convent.  The finished strands she placed under the bench upon which she sat, pretending the while neither to see nor hear his Grace as he walked about from bush to bush, singing softly.  But he soon caught the glimmer of her dress, and he came bounding toward her.

“Pray what does Mistress Penwick out alone on so dark a night?”

“Ah!”—­she started in feigned alarm, dropping her flowers and rising hurriedly—­“’tis your Grace of Buckingham.  I admit I was startled.”  She made a sweeping courtesy.

“We who love never forget its voice, Mistress.  I believed that thou wouldst never be able to find it in Buckingham’s tones; for if ’twas there, thou only could note its tenderness.”  He so ignored her feint—­and she knew he understood that she knew not whether to keep up her hypocrisy or recant.

“Didst see the King, your Grace, upon my affair?” He stooped to recover the flowers she had dropped.  She hindered him, fearing lest he should see her schoolgirl play beneath the bench.

“Ah! ah! what hast thou hid there?” She exulted.

“Nothing, your Grace, only—­the flowers are not worth the exertion.”

“Aye, they are worth the bended knee of a thousand, when dropped from such fair hands,” and he again essayed to reach them; but she stood between, and holding her hand out to him, said,—­

“Nay.  I pray thee come.  I am going to the villa.  ’Tis growing damp.”  She timidly made as if to go.  He on the instant drew his sword and lunged beneath the bench and drew out upon its point the maid’s flowers.  He laughed at his disappointment, for he was certain some one was beneath.  She felt ashamed of her childish pastime and hastened within doors.  He followed, carrying the interwoven hearts upon the point of his sword.  He held them high for inspection as he entered the lighted room, and was transported with delight when he saw the design, and complimented her upon its significance.

“Thou dost seem to know that two hearts are to be entwined, at any rate!  Even if a voice full of passion doth corrupt thine ears to hearing tones that are vibrantless of love.”  He broke into a great laugh and looked upon Katherine’s blushing face with tender admiration.  “Come, Mistress, I have played thee very uncavalierly, inasmuch as I have not answered thy question.  Sit with me and sup.  There—­his Majesty is indisposed.  He will not be able to see thee for at least a week.  Then I am to bring the most beautiful woman in the world to Court.”