A wistful irritation puckered Noel's smooth countenance.
"You have outgrown me?" he questioned.
Katherine drew away from him till the moonlight that shone between them lay wide and white. She answered quietly:
"My soul was in bud a week ago. To-day it is in blossom."
Noel threw up his arms impatiently.
"God have mercy! What can this fellow do that is denied to me? Can he stride a horse, or fly a hawk better? show a brighter sword in quarrel, or tune a smoother lute in calm? Can he out-dance me, out-drink me, out-courtier me, out-soldier me? No, no, no! And must I now believe that he can out-love me?"
Katherine, weary of the controversy, began to ascend the steps to the palace. She spoke as she mounted:
"When a man comes to court, it is worth while to be a woman. You will learn that some day, Sir Noel, if you grow to be a man."
Noel retorted:
"It is no great blazon to be the favourite of a king. Gentlemen who brag little may do much. The old love may outlast the new."
