Isoult looked down at her belt, whither Vincent's eyes followed hers.
"Ah," he said, "will you dare do that?"
"There is nothing I would not dare for him."
Thereupon Vincent pulls out his dagger as bravely as you please.
"Isoult," says he, "this is man's work. You leave her to me."
"Man's work, Vincent?" But she could not bear to finish the sentence, so changed it. "Man's work to stab a woman?"
"Man's work, Isoult, to shield the lady one loves—honours I should say."
"Yes, that is better."
"No, it is worse. Oh! Isoult, may I not love you?"
"Certainly not."