“I stand rebuked!” the Marquis said and she knew that he was laughing at her.
“If your Lordship will ride on a little way,” Hermia said, “I will show you a path that will lead you back into the Park. Then it will be easy for you to find your way to The Hall.”
“I have already said,” the Marquis replied, “I am in no hurry.”
As his horse was across the path and the trees were close together, it was impossible for her to go round him. Hermia could therefore only look at him helplessly and wonder what she could do.
“Suppose you tell me who you are?” the Marquis asked. “And why do you make it your business, besides collecting eggs, to fetch young women to the deathbeds of the villagers?”
Again Hermia was certain that he was mocking at her and she thought with a little flicker of anger that
