"Prince, you do your Princess great wrong." He lifted his hand in a gentle, deprecating way, most unlike the rider who had ridden so fast and so hotly that night of our coming.
"You mistake me, sir," he said.

"On the contrary, I have the greatest respect for the Princess Ysolinde.

I would not wrong her for the world.
But I know her track of old.

You are a brave lad, and, after all, I fear there is something in that calf-love of yours--devil take it!" I thought I could now dimly discern whither the Prince's plans were tending.
"Your Highness," said I, "I am a young man and of little experience.

I cannot tell why you have chosen to speak so freely to me.