"Nicolete," I said, "don't tempt me. Be a good girl and go home."
"But supposing I don't want to go home," she said; "supposing—oh, supposing I love you too? Would you still bid me go?"
"Yes," I said. "In that case it would be even more imperative."
"Aucassin!"
"It is true, it is true, dear Nicolete."
"Then, Aucassin," she replied, almost sternly, in her great girlish love, "this is true also,—I love you. I have never loved, shall never love, any man but you!"
"Nicolete!"
"Aucassin!"
There were no more words spoken between us for a full hour that afternoon.