"Your jesting is tedious," my cousin said. "Come, Adeliza!"
Blaise, my lord marquis' French servant, held three horses in the shadow, so close that it was incredible I had not heard their trampling. Now the lovers mounted and were off like thistledown ere Blaise put foot to stirrup.
"Blaise," said I.
"Ohé!" said he, pausing.
"—if, upon this pleasurable occasion, I were to borrow your horse—"
"Impossible!"
"If I were to take it by force—" I exhibited my coin.
"Eh?"
"—no one could blame you."
"And yet perhaps—"