Who can tell but that we shall find there some token of her recent presence?
If nothing more, at least the air will be pervaded by the perfume she affected, and since you scorn the humble food of man, you can dine on that." He smiled despite himself as I drew him towards the staircase.
"Scoffer!" quoth he.

"Your callous soul knows naught of love." "Whereas you have had three hours' experience.

Pardieu! You shall instruct me in the gentle art." Alas, for those perfumes upon which I had proposed that he should feast himself.

If any the beautiful Genevieve had left behind her, they had been smothered in the vulgar yet appetising odour of the steaming ragout that occupied the table.
I prevailed at length upon the love-lorn boy to take some food, but I could lead him to talk of naught save Genevieve de Canaples.

Presently he took to chiding me for the deliberateness wherewith I ate, and betrayed thereby his impatience to be in the saddle and after her.
I argued that whilst she saw him not she might think of him.