“I have told him so. I have told him that you would tell him so.”
“I? Have you been talking to him about me?”
“Why not?”
“That is not well done, Arnulf, to talk of ladies to men whom they do not know.”
Arnulf looked up, puzzled and pained; for she spoke haughtily.
“I know naught of your new friend. He may be a low-born man, for anything that I can tell.”
“He is not! He is as noble as I am. Everything he says and does—every look—shows it.”
“You are young,—as you have shown by talking of me to him. But I have given you my advice”; and she moved languidly away. “Let him tell your grandfather who he is, or remain suspected.”
The boy went away sadly.
Early the next morning he burst into Torfrida’s room as she was dressing her hair.