to serve or help you, to worship or comfort you if need be ...

and that there could be no greater happiness for me than to give it for your sweet sake." He bowed very low, until his hand could reach the hem of her kirtle, which he then raised to his lips.

She was infinitely sorry for him; all her anger against him had vanished.
He was very reluctant to go, for this portion of the park was some distance from the house.

But she had commanded and he quite understood that she wished to be alone: love such as that which he felt for his sweet lady is ever watchful, yet ever discreet.

Was it not natural that she did not care to look on him after he had angered her so?
She seemed impatient too, and although her feelings towards him had softened, she repeated somewhat nervously: "I pray you go! Good master, I would be alone." Lambert hesitated a while longer, he looked all round him as if suspicious of any marauders that might be lurking about.