"Ere now her lord is happy with her, and he is so happy that I am forgot.

I had a fancy that--perhaps at first--well, if he had looked down on earth-- remembering--he would have seen I was faithful in my honouring of him.
But now, I am sure--" She stopped with a half laugh.

"'Twas but a fancy," she said.

"Perchance he has known naught since that night he fell at my feet--and even so, poor gentleman, he hath a happy fate.

Yes, I will wear gay colours," flinging up her arms as if she dropped fetters, and stretched her beauteous limbs for ease--"gay colours--and roses and rich jewels--and all things--_all_ that will make me beautiful!" The next day there came a chest from London, packed close with splendid raiment; when she drove out again in her chariot her servants' sad-coloured liveries had been laid by, and she was attired in rich hues, amidst which she glowed like some flower new bloomed.
Her house in town was thrown open again, and set in order for her coming.
She made her journey back in state, Mistress Anne accompanying her in her travelling-coach.