"Forgive me, Isoult. I know nothing of love and lovers. But if you marry this lord—as I suppose you might?"
"He might marry me," said Isoult slowly.
"Well, then, is there no more to look for in marriage but the liberty to serve?"
"I look for nothing else."
"But he might?"
"Ah, ah! If he did!"
"Well?"
"Oh, Alice, I love him so!"
"Darling Isoult—I see now. Forgive me."
The two friends cried together and kissed, as girls will. Then they talked of what there was to do. Isoult was resolute to go.