"There are no pins in Plantagenet dresses." "Then I must do it for myself.

Kiss it first, that was the rule, you know." "Very well," said Isobel.

"We must keep up the game, and there are worse things to kiss than roses." He held the flower to her and she bent forward to touch it with her lips.

Suddenly he did the same, and their lips came very close together on either side of the rose.
This was too much for Godfrey.

He glided forward, as the stray cat might have done, of which the fine knight had spoken, meaning to interrupt them.
Then he remembered suddenly that he had no right to interfere; that it was no affair of his with whom Isobel chose to kiss roses in a garden, and that he was doing a mean thing in spying upon her.