'It were merrier at home now. Thou didst vow. At home now. Of a summer's night....'
She whispered: 'Peace. Peace.'
'At home now. In June, thou didst....'
She said urgently: 'Be still. Wouldst thou woo me again to the grunting of hogs?'
'Aye, would I,' he answered. 'Thou didst....'
She moved convulsively in her chair. He grasped her more tightly.
'Thou yieldest, I know thee!' he cried triumphantly. He staggered to his feet, still holding her hand.
'Thou shalt come to Paris. Sha't be lodged like a Princess. Sha't see great sights.'
She sprang up, tearing herself from him.
'Get thee gone from here,' she shivered. 'I am done with starving with thee. I know thy apple orchard wooings. Get thee gone from here. It is late. I shall be shamed if a man be seen to leave my room so late.'