“And so ... you hate him?”
“Let us rather say—I grieve for him.”
“But they say he is very wicked—a devil!”
“Nay, child, he is merely a very human man and something melancholy.” After this they sat side by side in silence for a while, Sir John gazing up at the moon and she at him.
“However,” said he suddenly, “your lady need no longer drag you to Paris, seeing her journey is unnecessary. So soon as we reach the inn, I myself will make this sufficiently manifest to her.”
“You—you will see my lady, sir?”
“Aye, I will, child.”
“Then an’t please your honour—’tis time I found the inn.”
“Found it, child?”
“Alack, yes, sir, for I’ve lost it! But if your honour will only help me find it ... your honour is so marvellous clever!”