She gave me a cool stare.
“And what harm would there be in that?” says she.
“What?” says I.
“I say what harm would there be in that?” she says.
“Oh, you did say so, did you?” says I. “Faith, I thought you did, but then I thought you didn’t.”
“And why shouldn’t I?” says she.
“Nay,” says I, “how do I know? I have given up trying to understand women.”
“Anthony Dacre,” says she, musingly, “is a handsome man, and a most devoted cavalier.”
“I wish I had my fingers at his throat!” says I.