"Dangerous things," explained Philip enthusiastically.
"What for?"
"Well, they very often did them just out of bravery; but the very best things a knight did were always in honour of his Lady."
"Oh! Then you would require a Lady?" said Peggy, growing distinctly more attentive.
"Rather!" said Philip. "To serve, you know. Whenever a knight performed any great deed he wouldn't care anything about himself. He would just feel he had done it for his Lady, and she would reward him."
"How?"
Philip's brow wrinkled. He had not considered the point before. With him, service always came far above reward.
"Well," he said at last, "she would praise him, and go on being his Lady, and nobody else's."
At this point in the conversation Philip was conscious of a sudden constriction round his neck. Peggy appeared to be about to make some remark; but she relaxed her arm again, and enquired calmly:—
"When are you going to begin?"