These tidings were probably confirmed under her own hand, in a letter which she wrote to Sir Launcelot.

The contents were never exactly known but to the parties themselves; nevertheless, the effects were too visible, for, from that blessed moment, he spoke not one word to any living creature for the space of three days; but was seen sometimes to shed a flood of tears, and sometimes to burst out into a fit of laughing.
At last he broke silence, and seemed to wake from his disorder.

He became more fond than ever of the exercise of riding, and began to amuse himself again with acts of benevolence.
"One instance of his generosity and justice deserves to be recorded in brass or marble.

You must know, gemmen, the rector of the parish was lately dead, and Sir Everhard had promised the presentation to another clergyman.

In the meantime, Sir Launcelot chancing one Sunday to ride through a lane, perceived a horse saddled and bridled, feeding on the side of a fence; and, casting his eyes around, beheld on the other side of the hedge an object lying extended on the ground, which he took to be the body of a murdered traveller.