‘That is another matter,’ she said. ‘I have heard a proverb that two proud men cannot ride one ass, and, by the token, one woman cannot ride two asses. I wish you good-even, Sir.’
‘O! You are not going?’
‘Indeed, yes.’
‘You have neither forgiven me nor heard my story.’
‘Both will keep.’
‘Then you will let me come again—to this pretty bower?’
‘Why not?’
‘And meet you here?’
‘Nay, I said not that. What was the fish you caught?’
‘It was a grayling.’