I love you, my lady, my fair Margaret; because of you, all other women are become coarse and hateful in my sight.

See how much I love you, that I, one of the first grandees of Spain, do this for your sweet sake," and suddenly he cast himself upon his knees before her, and lifting the hem of her dress pressed it to his lips.
Margaret looked down at him, and the anger that was rising in her breast melted, while with it went her fear.

This man was much in earnest; she could not doubt it.

The hand that held her robe trembled like shaken water, his face was ashen, and in his dark eyes swam tears.

What cause had she to be afraid of one who was so much her slave?
"Senor," she said very gently, "rise, I pray you.