"What dost thou mean, Margot?"
"When a man marries, my Damoiselle, one of three things happens. Either he weds from policy, and has no love for his lady; but Monseigneur Guy loves to look at her, so it is not that. Or, he loves himself, and she is merely a toy which ministers to his pleasure. Then he would be absorbed in himself and her, and not notice whether any other were happy or unhappy. But if he loves her, with that true, faithful, honourable love, which is one of God's best gifts, then he will be courteous and tender towards all women, because she is one. And especially to his own relatives, being women, who love him, he will be very loving indeed. That is why I asked."
"O Margot, Margot!" I said, laughing. "Where on earth dost thou find all thy queer notions?"
"Not all on earth, my Damoiselle. But, for many of them, all that is wanted is just to keep one's eyes open."
"Are my eyes open, Margot?"
"My Damoiselle had better shut them now," replied Marguerite, a little drily. "She can open them again to-morrow."
So I went to sleep, and dreamed that Guy married Lady Judith, in her nun's attire, and that I was in great distress at the sacrilege, and could do nothing to avert it.
CHAPTER V.
CURIOUS NOTIONS.
"The soul, doubtless, is immortal—where a soul can be discerned."