A nod of assent.
‘I only wish it were I.’
‘Philip,’ half angrily, ‘how can you be such a fool?’
‘Of course, I know it can’t be,’ said Philip sheepishly, but a little offended. ‘But she’s the fairest woman my eyes ever beheld.’
‘And the falsest.’
‘My father says all women are false; only they can’t help it, and don’t mean it.’
‘Only some do mean it,’ said Berenger, dryly.
‘Brother!’ cried Philip, fiercely, as if ready to break a lance, ‘what right have you to accuse that kindly, lovely dame of falsehood?’
‘It skills not going through all,’ said Berenger, wearily. ‘I know her of old. She began by passing herself off on me as my wife.’
‘And you were not transported?’