'Pray you take it not amiss. But there is one that hates you.'
She said:
'Perhaps there are a many; but do me a service if you will.'
'Look you,' he said, 'these times are no times of mine. But I know it is prudent to have servitors that love one. I saw yours shake a fist at your door.'
Katharine said:
'A man?' She looked at Margot, who, big, silent and flushed, was devouring the celebrated hero of ballads with adoring eyes. He laughed.
'That maid would kiss your feet. But, in these days, it is well to make friends with them that keep doors. The fellow at yours would spit upon you if he dared.'
Katharine said carelessly:
'Let him even spit in his imagination, and I shall whip him.'
The old knight looked out of the door. He left it wide open, so that no man might listen.