"Why, it is Sir Aymer de Lacy!" she exclaimed, as a pair of horsemen cantered across the inner bailey.
Richard nodded. "And a day earlier than I anticipated … but he has a good excuse."
"And a bit of disappointment also, that Beatrix is not here to greet him."
"He can spare her until he has supped, I fancy."
"She would not be pleased to think so."
"A woman wants a man to think of naught but her," he smiled.
"Yes, she does—and even though she know it to be futile … it is foolish, doubtless."
"It is more than foolish; it is unfortunate. It annoys the man and grieves the woman."
"Nay, Richard, you look at it with a man's view only."
"And you, my dear?"