"Fair Son, thy fair wife puts too much on the child Elaine."
Guillot laughed, rubbed his forehead, and answered—"Fair Father, it will take more than me to stop her."
"What! canst thou not rule thine own wife?" demanded our gracious Lord.
"Never tried, Monseigneur," said Guillot. "Too late to begin."
And Monseigneur only said, with a sigh,—"I wonder when we shall hear from Guy!"
Guillot looked relieved, and (seeing me, I think) they went on to talk of something else.
But everything seems changed since they came. Except for my gracious Lord and Amaury and Raoul. It does not feel like home.
Alix rode over this afternoon. I took her to my bower in the turret, and almost directly she asked me,—"How do you get on with our fair sister?"
And I said,—"O Alix! I wish thou wouldst come back!"
She laughed, and replied,—"What would my lord say, child? I thought you were not very comfortable."