When the earl and his countess went to their house in the country, there fell to Mistress Anne a great and curious piece of good fortune.

In her wildest dreams she had never dared to hope that such a thing might be.
My Lady Dunstanwolde, on her first visit home, bore her sister back with her to the manor, and there established her.

She gave her a suite of rooms and a waiting woman of her own, and even provided her with a suitable wardrobe.

This last she had chosen herself with a taste and fitness which only such wit as her own could have devised.
"They are not great rooms I give thee, Anne," she said, "but quiet and small ones, which you can make home-like in such ways as I know your taste lies.

My lord has aided me to choose romances for your shelves, he knowing more of books than I do.