"Will you not come in and refresh yourself? you look weary and ill."
"Nay, lady, not now. You say this is the house of Don Gonzales?"
"Yes."
"And are you the daughter of that house?" continued the page.
"I am."
"I might have known that without asking," said the page, apparently to himself.
"Indeed, do you know us, then?" asked Isabella, with some curiosity.
"By reputation, only," was the reply. "The fine of beauty travels far, lady."
"You would flatter me, sir page."
"By our lady, no!"