"Will my Damoiselle pardon me? We are all His creatures: not all His children. Oh no, no!"
"O Margot!" said I suddenly, "didst thou note that tall, dark, handsome knight, who stood on Count Guy's left hand,—Count Raymond of Tripoli?"
"He in the mantle lined with black sable, and gold-barred scarlet hose?"
"That is the man I mean."
"I saw him. Why, if it please my Damoiselle?"
"Didst thou like him?"
"My Damoiselle did not like him?"
Marguerite is very fond of answering one question by another.
"I did not; and I could not tell why."
"Nor I. But I could."