He had had a rude shock, was full of the sense of his sin; that grim old mocking face, grey among the candle-flames, was plain across the bed-chamber where they lay.

To himself he made oath that he would sin no more.

No, no: a king, he would do kingly.

To her, clasped close in his arms, he gave kisses and sweet words.

Alas, she wanted not the sugar of his tongue; she would have had him bitter, though it cost her dear.