"Ah, damsel," says he, "you sped me into your forest, and so sped me to my happiness in spite of myself. Have you forgotten the white bird? Look again and tell me if I have redeemed the quest."
"Ah, ah," said glowing Alice, "now I remember my dream of the bird. Is this possible?"
She looked at Isoult. Isoult blushed; but she was all for blushing just now.
"If it is true," Alice continued, "you make me very happy. Now let me serve you."
"You shall," said Prosper. "Pray give us something to eat."
"Alice," said Isoult, "it was my lord who taught me how to pray—to
Mother Mary and Saint Isidore. We have had no marriage-mass."
"Ah, that is serious. You are not yet wedded then?"
Isoult blushed again.
"Will the father wed us?" she contented herself to ask.
But Prosper would not have it.