"Do you leave me nothing?" Katherine whispered, and Villon answered:
"Now and always the heart of my heart."
He turned on his heel and glided into the liquid darkness of the rose alley, alone with exquisite thoughts.
Katherine turned to Noel haughtily.
"Well?" she said.
"I have always to seek you nowadays," Noel protested.
Katherine tossed her head, and her tresses trembled like leaves in the moonlight.
"The world is not yet so old that the wooing must be done by women."
"I am out of favour," Noel complained, "since a fellow from nowhere plays the fool in high places."
Katherine's eyes showered scorn upon him.
"I do not hate you for railing at him, but it does not help me to love you."
Noel caught at the word.
"You loved me once," he asserted.
She shook her head pityingly.
"We played with great words as children play with coloured balls. It is easy to say 'I love you,' and often very sweet; yet the coloured balls roll into the corner, and the child forgets them when the moon of childhood wanes."
