"Aye, I know," said the dame gently, fearing to interrupt the story.
"He came upon me quite suddenly," continued Raff. "I had never seen his face before, the palest, frightenedest face that ever was. He caught me by the arm. 'You look like an honest man,' says he."
"Aye, he was right in that," interrupted the dame emphatically.
Raff looked somewhat bewildered.
"The lad took hold of your arm, Raff," she said, gazing at him anxiously.
"Aye, so. The words come awkward to me, and everything is like a dream, ye see."
"S-stut! What wonder, poor man." She sighed, stroking his hand. "If ye had not had enough for a dozen, the wit would never have come to ye again. Well, the lad caught me by the arm and said ye looked honest. (Well he might!) What then? Was it noontime?
"Nay, before daylight--long before early chimes."