As she passed over the highroad with her equipage and her retinue, or spent the night for rest at the best inns in the towns and villages, all seemed to know her name and state.
"'Tis the young widow of the Earl of Dunstanwolde," people said to each other--"she that is the great beauty, and of such a wit and spirit that she is scarce like a mere young lady.

'Twas said she wed him for his rank; but afterwards 'twas known she made him a happy gentleman, though she gave him no heir.

She wore weeds for him beyond the accustomed time, and is but now issuing from her retirement." Mistress Anne felt as if she were attending some royal lady's progress, people so gazed at them and nudged each other, wondered and admired.
"You do not mind that all eyes rest on you," she said to her sister; "you are accustomed to be gazed at." "I have been gazed at all my life," my lady answered; "I scarce take note of it." On their arrival at home they met with fitting welcome and reverence.

The doors of the town house were thrown open wide, and in the hall the servants stood in line, the housekeeper at the head with her keys at her girdle, the little jet-black negro page grinning beneath his turban with joy to see his lady again, he worshipping her as a sort of fetich, after the manner of his race.

'Twas his duty to take heed to the pet dogs, and he stood holding by their little silver chains a smart-faced pug and a pretty spaniel.