You do very well.

But tell me if you have any sweetheart in the city to leave behind you." Now this bold question at once reddened my face and heightened my confusion.
"Nay, lady," I stammered, conscious that I was blushing furiously, "I am over-young to have thought much of the things of love.

I know no woman in the city save our old house-keeper Hanne, and the Little Playmate." The Lady Ysolinde looked up quickly.
"Ah, the Little Playmate!" she said, in a low voice, curiously distinct from that which she used when she had interpreted her visions to me.

"The Little Playmate! That sounds as though it might be interesting.

Who is the Little Playmate ?" "She is a maid whose folks were slain long ago by the Duke in a foray, and the little one being left, my father begged her life.