'To bed, to bed, my falconer! It grows late,' cries he.

Eustace pushed his chair back, rose, kissed the Count's hand and his sister's forehead, saluted Milo, and went out humming a tune.

Milo withdrew, the servants bowed themselves away.

Richard stood up, a loose-limbed young giant, and narrowed his eyes.
'Nest thee, nest thee, my bird,' he said low; and Jehane's lips parted.
Slowly she left her stool by the fire, but quickened as she went; and at last ran tumbling into his arms.
His right hand embraced her, his left at her chin held her face at discretion.

Like a woman, she reproached him for what she dearly loved.
'Lord, lord, how shall I serve the cup and platter if you hold me so fast ?' 'Thou art my cup, thou art my supper.' 'Thin fare, poor soul,' she said; but was glad of his foolishness.
Later, they sat by the hearth, Jehane on Richard's knee, but doubtfully his, being troubled by many things.