If honour is in my hand, do I not owe it to you?
Or shall a man use women like dogs, to play with them in idle moods, toss them bones under the table, afterwards kick them out of doors?
Child, you know me better.

What!' he cried out, with his head very high, 'Shall a man not choose his own wife ?' 'No,' said Jehane, ready for him; 'no, Richard, unless the people shall choose their own king.' 'God chooses the king,' says Richard, 'or so we choose to believe.' 'Then God must appoint the wife,' Jehane said, and tried to get free.
But this could not be allowed, as she knew.
She was gentle with him, reasoning.

'The King your father is an old man, Richard.

Old men love their way.' 'God knows, he is old, and passionate, and indifferent wicked,' said Richard, and kissed Jehane.

'Look, my girl, there were four of us: Henry, and me, and Geoffrey, and John, whom he sought to drive in team by a sop to-day and a stick to-morrow.