She seemed to change as if with a change of the wind,
And growing serious sighed, ''Now look,'' she said,
''You think me a mad woman and unkind,
But that is nonsense. I am sound of head
And not unsound of heart, ah, no, not there!
But you turn my head with your John the Baptist's face.
I will not be made jealous, so beware.''
She looked entreatingly as if for grace,
And held me by the arm. ''We are strangers both
Among these heavy Lyonnese. By right
We so should hold together. Tell me truth.
You never saw me, did you, till to--night?''
I said, ''I came here not twelve hours ago!
Why should you think it?'' ''No,'' she broke in, ''no.