"I only desired that you should not misjudge me." "That could I never do if I would," I made her answer.

"Here my every thought is reverence as in the oratory of a saint." She smiled a strange smile.
"Mayhap that is rather more than I desire," she said.

"Say rather in the maiden bower of a woman who knows well whom she may trust." Again I kissed her hand for the correction.

And, as I remembered afterwards, it was at that hour that the little Princess Playmate was used to look within my chamber to see that all was ready for me.
And, had I known it, even that night she stooped over and kissed the pillow where my head was to lie.
"Dear love!" she was used to say.
Alas that I heard it not then!.