But she did all the things that soldiers do,--was a bit of a foreigner;--she brought a reputation up from the Welsh land, and it had a raven's croak and a glow-worm's drapery and a goblin's origin.
Something was hinted of her having agitated London once.

Somebody dropped word of her and that old Lord Levellier up at Croridge.

She stalked park and country at night.

Stories, one or two near the truth, were told of a restless and a very decided lady down these parts as well; and the earl her husband daren't come nigh in his dread of her, so that he runs as if to save his life out of every place she enters.

And he's not one to run for a trifle.