"But I never meant that when I said I was rich. I meant that I was rich in love, not in being loved. Ah, no!"
"You ask not to be loved, Isoult?"
"Oh, it would be impossible to be loved as I mean, as I love."
"I would like to know that. Whom do you love?"
"Why, my lord, of course! Must I not love my lord?"
"Your lord!" stammered Vincent, red to the roots of his hair. "Your lord! I never knew that you loved a lord." He gulped, and went on at random—"And where is your lord?"
"I cannot tell. He may be in this castle. I only know that I shall see him when his time comes."
"If he is in this castle, Isoult," said Vincent, sober again, "his time is not yet."
She caught her breath.
"How do you know that?" she panted.