“Dost thou?”
“Nay,” said Colin.
“And thou?” continued Patch, irritably, to Robin.
“Nay, I wot not,” said Robin and she added hurriedly: “How beautiful Jael is!”
“She is like the new-blown moon,” agreed Patch.
“Lo,” said Colin, “here she comes.”
“How beautiful she is!” said Stephen.
Frid made an entrance. She had removed her stockings and shoes and had hitched her dress up with scarves. She carried the skewer in her sash and a shoe in her hand. She shut the door and leant against it in a dramatic manner.
“That’s my scarf,“ said Lord Wutherwood. He turned his back on the charade and began talking in a low, querulous voice to his brother.
“I am aweary with watching,” said Frid. “Praise to Allah the day is ours. Ho, slaves!”