CHAPTER III--Wherein Sir Jeoffry's boon companions drink a toast.
Her beauty of face, her fine body, her strength of limb, and great growth for her age, would have pleased him if she had possessed no other attraction, but the daring of her fury and her stable-boy breeding so amused him and suited his roystering tastes that he took to her as the finest plaything in the world.
He set her on the floor, forgetting his coursing, and would have made friends with her, but at first she would have none of him, and scowled at him in spite of all he did.

The brandy by this time had mounted to his head and put him in the mood for frolic, liquor oftenest making him gamesome.

He felt as if he were playing with a young dog or marking the spirit of a little fighting cock.

He ordered the servants back to their kitchen, who stole away, the women amazed, and the men concealing grins which burst forth into guffaws of laughter when they came into their hall below.
"'Tis as we said," they chuckled.

"He had but to see her beauty and find her a bigger devil than he, and 'twas done.