Stanley's brother?" said the forester after a pause, as he handed the
little missive back.

"Yes, and Dorothy conjures you to help us. You will do it, will you
not?"

"So good as she has been to my poor little Lettice, yes, that I will
do; but how?"

"I must be a forester."

"'Tis a rough life for such as thee, Master Manners."

"Yes."

"And it is dangerous, too, at times."

"Aye, I know."

"And then if you were to be discovered?"

"Don't talk of ifs, man. I talked it all over with Dorothy long ago.
She could not dissuade me, nor can you. I am ready for anything for
her sake."

"Heaven bless her. I--"

"Aye, heaven bless her," interrupted Manners. "I shall wed her yet, if
heaven does but bless her."