"Why not? But in a day neither you nor I would ask why."
"I don't ask now. There's a regiment of reasons." Her laugh burst out again; yet her eyes seemed tender.
"Give me one."
"I have given one. I don't love you."
"I won't take it."
"I am what I am."
"You should be what I would make you."
"You're to live at the Court. To serve the Duke of Monmouth, isn't it?"
"What do I care for that? Are there no others?"