“Yes. It’s my best.”
“It’s not the one you like the best—so ’t isn’t your best after all, is it? You don’t like Somerville as well as you did last Lady Day.”
“What does it matter if I like him or don’t like him?”
“Oh, you won’t keep him if you don’t like him! He’ll go as others have gone. ‘Keep!’ Lord! With most of blessed women it’s the other way ’round!”
She brought the candles. “Do you like Master Bettany?”
“I don’t know.”
“He’s richer than the knight—just as he’s younger. I say that Somerville’s holding a light for his own house’s sacking!”
“I say that I am tired. I like neither man nor woman, I nor thou.”
“Are you cold? Will you have a little fire? Here, take wine!”