"But, in the second place, brother, 'twas given to me—"
"Given to thee—by whom?" and immediately Beltane's frown was back again.
"And therefore, in the third place, brother, Giles this day would not change skins with any lord, duke, archduke, pope or potentate that e'er went in skin—"
"Who gave it thee?—speak, man!"
"Faith, lord, I had it from one as pure, as fair, as—"
"Aye, but what like is she?"
"Like unto this flower for sweetness, lord, and—ha, saints and martyrs! whence had ye that bloom, tall brother—speak!" and Giles pointed to the rose in Beltane's fingers.
"What like is she—answer me!"
"Alack!" sighed Giles, shaking gloomy head, "she is very like a woman, after all, methinks—"
"Mean ye the Reeve's daughter?"