In a low, urgent voice she answered, "Ah, sweet lord, I must never leave thee now"-- as if to ask, Was there need?
So he went on talking to her, lover talk, teasing talk, to see what she would say; and all the while Jehane stood very near him, with her face held between his two hands as closely as wine is held by a cup.

To whatever he chose to say, and in whatever fashion, whether strokingly (as to a beloved child), or gruffly (in sport) as one speaks to a pet dog, she replied in very meek manner, eyeing him intently, "Yea, Richard," or "Nay, Richard," agreeing with him always.

This he observed.
"They call me Yea-and-Nay, dear girl," he said, "and thou hast learned it of them.

But I warn thee, Jehane, _ma mie_, I am in a mood of Yea this night.

Therefore deny me not." '"Lord, I shall never deny thee," says Jehane, red as a rose.