Prince Andrew smiled as he looked at his sister, as we smile at those we think we thoroughly understand.

"Wert thou loaded with all the wealth of thy tribe," he said, "what interest have I to injure thee?---In this dress I am vowed to poverty, nor do I change it for aught save a horse and a coat of mail. Yet think not that I care for thy company, or propose myself advantage by it; remain here if thou wilt---Cedric the Saxon may protect thee."