"Few have loved me," said she, "but he loved me."
"Ah! Did he tell you so?"
"Yes, lord."
"And what did you say to that, Isoult?"
"I told him how love should be."
"So, so. And how do you think that love should be?"
"Thus, lord," said Isoult, looking to Vincent's heart.
Prosper turned pale. There were deeps, then, of which he had never dreamed.
"Isoult," he said, "did you love this boy who so loved you?"
She shook her head rather pitifully. "Ah, no!"