“No, no,” said he, stopping.
“Ah! but it was.”
“It was not, I say.”
“And I say it was.”
They had edged apart. For the moment it seemed as if it was all to begin over again.
“Curse it!” muttered my lord.
“Why, do not you remember,” said she, rallying to sweetness, “that you declared you knew me?”
He bit his lip, scowled, and brightened.
“That’s true, my lady. But I have not gone down on my knees to you.”
And on the very word, advancing a pace, he tripped over a stump and went down on his knees.