"Thou knowest my father's nearest wish was that his eldest daughter might be betrothed to King Edward.
Dost thou not pay good for evil when thou seest no excellence out of the House of York ?" "Saucy Anne," answered Isabel, with a half smile, "I am not raught by thy shafts, for I was a child for the nurses when King Edward sought a wife for his love.

But were I chafed--as I may be vain enough to know myself--whom should I blame ?--Not the king, but the Lancastrian who witched him!" She paused a moment, and, looking away, added in a low tone, "Didst thou hear, sister Anne, if the Duke of Clarence visited my father the forenoon ?" "Ah, Isabel, Isabel!" "Ah, sister Anne, sister Anne! Wilt thou know all my secrets ere I know them myself ?"--and Isabel, with something of her father's playfulness, put her hands to Anne's laughing lips.
Meanwhile Warwick, after walking musingly a few moments along the garden, which was formed by plots of sward, bordered with fruit-trees, and white rose-trees not yet in blossom, turned to his silent kinsman, and said, "Forgive me, cousin mine, my mannerless burst against thy brave father's faction; but when thou hast been a short while at court, thou wilt see where the sore is.

Certes, I love this king!" Here his dark face lighted up.

"Love him as a king,--ay, and as a son! And who would not love him; brave as his sword, gallant, and winning, and gracious as the noonday in summer?
Besides, I placed him on his throne; I honour myself in him!" The earl's stature dilated as he spoke the last sentence, and his hand rested on his dagger hilt.

He resumed, with the same daring and incautious candour that stamped his dauntless, soldier-like nature, "God hath given me no son.