"Pshaw! psutt!" said Ysolinde, making a little face, "be not so mock-modest. You do very well. But tell me if you have any sweetheart in the city to leave behind you." Now this bold question at once reddened my face and heightened my confusion. "Nay, lady," I stammered, conscious that I was blushing furiously, "I am over-young to have thought much of the things of love.