He was vastly earnest, and his eyes followed her, as though she were some being out of heaven. She had never seen such a look in a man's eyes before; it troubled her. She questioned her own heart, laughed emptily, and gave in to him.
"We are both mad," she said, "but go on. I will listen for one minute. Keep watch lest any one should come upon us suddenly."
She sat down on the grass bank, while he stood before her, holding his lazar bell by the clapper.
"Look at this dress," he said.
"Yes?"
"It is how I feel in soul when I look at you."
She frowned visibly.
"If you wax personal, messire, I shall leave you."
"No, no, I will keep to my own carcase, and play the egotist. Well, I will be brief. Look at me, I am the first lord in the south, master of an army, one of the twelve knights of the Order of the Rose."
"Go on."