Description: Roger scoffed. Love, love! O you piece of ice! You gray-stone saint! What do you know of love? Master Darke caught both her hands in his. Now, by Almighty God, our Saviour and Redeemer, Jesus Christ! he said, between his teeth, his eyes flaming; I, Roger Darke, have offered you undefiled love and you have mocked at it. Ha, Tears of Mary! how I love you! And you mean to marry this man for his title! Do you not believe that I love you, Adelais? he whimpered.