"No, madame," said I, bowing low.
Her face was like a pretty child's in disappointment.
"And your arm? How come you to be wounded? Have you been quarrelling already?"
"Already, madame."
"But with whom, and why?"
"With my Lord Carford. The reason I need not weary you with."
"But I desire to know it."
"Because my lord said that Mistress Gwyn had obtained me my commission."
"But it was true."
"Doubtless; yet I fought."