At least she would die clean and honest.
That night she was wakened from her sleep by the clatter of horses' hoofs on the courtyard stones.

She could hear no more because a wind blew that drowned all sound of voices.

For a while a wild hope had filled her that Hugh had come, or perchance Sir Andrew, with the Dunwich folk, but presently she remembered that this was foolish, since these would never have been admitted within the moat.

So sighing sadly she turned to rest again, thinking to herself that doubtless her father had called in some of his vassal tenants from the outlying lands to guard the manor in case it should be attacked.
Next morning the woman Jane Mell brought her better garments to wear, of her best indeed, and, though she wondered why they were sent, for the lack of anything else to do she arrayed herself in them, and braided her hair with the help of a silver mirror that was among the garments.

A little later this woman appeared again, bearing not bread and water, but good food and a cup of wine.