If not incarcerated, she was rigidly watched.

The earl her husband fell altogether to drinking and coaching, and other things.

The ballad makes her say: 'My family my gaolers be, My husband is a zany; Naught see I clear save my bold Buccaneer To rescue Countess Fanny!' and it goes on: 'O little lass, at play on the grass, Come earn a silver penny, And you'll be dear to my bold Buccaneer For news of his Countess Fanny.' In spite of her bravery, that poor woman suffered! We used to learn by heart the ballads and songs upon famous events in those old days when poetry was worshipped.
But Captain Kirby gave provocation enough to both families when he went among the taverns and clubs, and vowed before Providence over his big fist that they should rue their interference, and he would carry off the lady on a day he named; he named the hour as well, they say, and that was midnight of the month of June.

The Levelliers and Cressetts foamed at the mouth in speaking of him, so enraged they were on account of his age and his passion for a young woman.

As to blood, the Kirbys of Lincolnshire were quite equal to the Cressetts of Warwick.