He was a fine, tall young man, and his face was handsome, as the watcher could perceive, for he had taken off his plumed helm and carried it in his hand.

The other was Isobel in her Plantagenet costume, to which were added one rose and a necklet of pink pearls.
They stood on the steps a little while laughing and talking.

Then he heard her say: "Let us go into the square.

It will be cooler.

The key is hanging on the nail." She vanished for a moment, doubtless to fetch the key.